That Feeling Of Numbness

numbness crawls like centipede
on the side of my legs
something hollow keeps it inside
an existential question forms itself
on the womb of my being
insecurity is fertilized
the oblong gets sustenance
fingers touch the sacred place
my crotch
i sow the seed of desire
it grows
and hardens and i thank God
I am still alive.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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