Anaesthetised by Jacqueline Nash

The SoundCloud  and written versions of the poem Anaesthetised.

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Anaesthetised

I used to feel.

It began so surreptitiously;
the numbness.

It began to creep all over me,
encroaching,
slowly spreading,
finding it’s way beneath my skin.

Imposing emotional paralysis,
desensitising my every crevice,
disabling emotions beneath the surface
and filling me with a kind of emptiness,
a vacuum devoid of essence.

Now it protects me,
the numbness cradles my body
safeguarding my sensitivity,
protecting my vulnerability,
helps me to live
in my alternative reality,
my world of nothingness,
pain free.

I no longer feel.