Numbness of the Depths

Posted on July 28, 2014 by Charles Yallowitz

Bombardment of pressure
The vise around my mood
Crushing and grinding
Always one more turn
Making life harder to stomach
Desperate for relief
Even for a day
But the stress builds and waits
Pouncing upon my return

Reaching a point of numbness
Where the motions
Are all I can achieve
Nothing behind the words
An empty smile
Put on for show and shield
Not even a void to fill
Or maybe one so big
It devours all my heart

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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6 Responses to Numbness of the Depths

  1. L. Marie says:
    July 28, 2014 at 1:36 pm

    This is totally where I’m at today. I needed to read this. I’m sorry if you’re also feeling this way.

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  2. Dom DiFrancesco says:
    July 28, 2014 at 6:24 pm

    Sounds like you are having a tough day, maybe a stiff drink would take the edge off. 🙂 Anyway, hang in there things will get better.

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  3. Ellespeth says:
    July 30, 2014 at 12:22 am

    😦 Oh! I hope the cold beer helped a small bit. I do that, too…let stuff build up to the over flow valve.
    Hope you’re in dreamland by now, Charles.
    Ellespeth

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