Love Poem: Lack of Life
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Written by: Ian Petch

Lack of Life

Numbness, a quality I purge
Just to acquire the truest hurt
The weight of nothing to believe
Is nothing beside this failing need

This conflict summons up my past
Again I will fade, and simply laugh
This madness more a pointless game
The more I insist upon my pain

At least I feel my own end near
At least I exist for hatred’s fear
To wake up finding I’m unknown
Finding this child will die alone

Numbness again, I beg and pray
To awake in the future, to a better day
Where all I was could turn to light
Shine in the pain of the darkest night

But all I am is made of loss
My will is reborn to repay the cost
And back to numbness I will drift
Repent then awake, and again to this