There’s a numbness and confusion upon me this morning,
Racing thoughts now follow, last night’s poison absorbing,
To feel human, to laugh, smile, and feel unrestrained,
Were the weak excuses that lead to this morning’s shame,
But today that numbness and guilt weigh on me like stone,
So, I’ll do my best to write a few words to bestow,
How I felt yesterday; angry, ugly, frustrated, useless and old,
And I gave in, drank the poison, and swallowed the story I sold.
Dan Verkys 