Numb

Yes I still 

Got choice 

Yes I can still

Hold on

Yes I can still

Stay

Yes we can still

Play...

That tug of war

Of unfulfilled expectations

You want me to

Throw the ball

But my hands are numb 

And so are my feet and

My Mind

Not to mention my heart

Empty 

Like a mesh with million holes 

Beating like drums

Played by hands

Far away 

You want a fresh Rose 

With rejuvenating fragrance 

But a butterfly took

My colors 

And Sun evaporated 

My fragrance 

Time snatched my petals 

All I have now

Is thorns 

No I dont have a choice no more

I dont want to hurt you

Thorns are too pointy

And your hands

Are too delicate still

© Asma Kareem

Oct 24, 2013