Comfortably Numb

(A Poem-a-Day, part of:
A Song (re)Cycle: Of Rage & Defiance; Of Grief; and Of Hope.
Part 2: Of Grief)

I stuff the slices down my throat
I choke on a smile
The end bounces off of a black screen

The line thins between the zenith and the abyss
And he tells me my pain is only resistance
"Grieve!" he says, my agony does not suffice
Grieve loss upon loss until you are unaware of losses

Now it's their turn to fall from grace
From the stars
From above
And my turn to put them back up
Where they belongs

My laughter sobs
And I become, I hope, comfortably numb