Numb!

Immune to disappointment, numb with disbelief
Waiting for this life to turn a new leaf.

Unaware that my soul has long been dead and my spirit worn out
The symptoms though shreiked out loud.

In the form of acute aches flowing in the teary rain
My shivering hands accompanying my frozen brain.

What is it with the cold outside
Or shall i say the world outside.

Engulfing me in a lathargic rigour
Like the ripples of a deadly fever.

With ever increasing seismic circles
It makes my laughing lines look like wrinkles.

My life's contractions come in endless pangs
Is it just me or as the weepies once sang.

"I'm standing still...and the world spins madly around"