On Letting Go

by the sisyphean rock

Numbness is a consequence,
A malfunction of the heart.
The stony sphere lays bleeding
While the sufferer’s free at last.

For now there is no telling when
The ignorance turns to sore.
You glare upon your own bare hands
to find nothing at all. So far

Removed from ache long past,
You think you’d made it through.
Then when you touch the fire twice,
Three times, you burn as four.

I am humble machinery –
Survivor of catastrophe –
Sinking down the graveyard ground
Where hearts of stone rise up.

Numbness is a consequence,
A malfunction of the heart.
Dissembling through unfeeling glass
Lest it falls

apart.