Numb

Why is it I feel so strange?
A Death that brushes by so lightly
Can cause mayhem
Of the Greatest intensity.

Why is it I am Alive?
Hung on a thread so feather-light and
Carelessly loose
On a beam of Eternal Light.

Numb.
Un-feeling.
Incapable.
Of sensing any danger or love.


I am the Spirit of the Wind,
Trapped for a moment in Human form