Making A Part Of Me Dumb

there are always rules
most of them
are not for our liking

we like some other
rules
those that make us
free
but there aren't so
many

we conceal
and try our own
way of making
ourselves
happy

we resort to masks
we find
shelter in the
covering of the
night

we embrace the
cold arms of
dusk
we like it here
to maintain our
decency
for the day
where we
do not smell
decay

i make a part
of myself
numb
no not my ears
it is something
else
that we do not
talk about

i make a part of
me dumb for
you so you may
love me
as i pretend loving
you

there is however one
thing so alive
no it is not love.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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