~By Stephen Blackwood
Sometimes I go all blank.
Like the times you can’t see a thing,
Not because it’s dark;
But because you’re caught in the blinding lights.
Sometimes even the heart feeling unbearable pain,
Stops feeling anything.
Not because it hurts less,
But cause you’ve got used to it,
So much, that it got saturated & got absorbed into your pores.
Such that, even when it’s squeezed by the strongest hands,
It wouldn’t drip a single drop.