#816-Numb

Strange days.

When a hazy sun,

Struggles,

To be seen.

When detachment,

Hides the pain.

And searching eyes,

Pause briefly,

In their never-ending hunt,

Of imaginary shelters.

When leaves dance with the breeze,

Waiting for the storm,

Moving slowly,

In the distant horizon.

Those days,

When everything,

Feels numb.