The Lost Sense

Pain. What is pain? Sorry, I can’t tell you. 

Kitten fur. Sorry, never felt it before. 

Day by day and month by month and year by year each minute that goes by I can’t feel it. 

Oh, how I wish I could feel the wind push against my face like an old lover. Lover? I can never feel the hands or lips of my love. 

Those cold days holding a warm cup of hot cocoa or the kisses my dog would give me when I cry. 

Blood, sweat, and tears may run down my body but the feeling is nothing. 

The soft feeling of shaving cream or the razor cuts after shaving oh the water how I wish I could feel the ocean run through my feet or the warm water of a shower go threw my hair. 

I might not have to feel the pain of stubbing my toe or sunburns but not feeling the head trauma I could get or bleeding out scares me.

Scolding hot don’t touch but I can’t feel it anyway

Lock me up? It’s not like I could feel being shanked or the chains attached to my hands or feet.

Am I happy? You could say that but what would you feel if you felt nothing?

CJ