A little attempt at free verse.

Pain doesn’t compare.
Joy doesn’t compare.
When you’re numb.
It’s like going through the world blind.
Or without a sense of
Touch, taste, sniff.
To feel nothing inside
To be buried so deep
And let that heal
Of trash pile up inside
To freeze
And then feel nothing.

Bring it back.
Something;
Pain, emotion, color.
Bring back something.
For I am senseless
In the darkened depths
The cold damp stony walls
Of my Cerebrum