A Numbness From My Arm To My Heart

this is the trip of boredom.

it starts from the tip of my toe
as a ripple of a clear pond
from a fish that just
died of suffocation

too much water less air
the fish dies too

then it crawls like a worm
higher to my arm
near my neck

and then it moves down
to my chest finding
a heart

long dead.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!