Creeps up,

feels like nothing,

a numbness,

until you feel everything.

 

The buzz of my skin,

hive minded,

thoughts disconnect,

left with resentment.

 

Can’t accept it,

want to deny it,

flight of the bee,

reaching crescendo.

 

I feel nothing.

 

Did I ever feel at all?

 

Did I ever stop to think about surfaced thoughts?

 

Did time stop to be my friend? Or pass as my enemy?

 

Will I always be in storm without peace?