The Poetry Of Jeff
            Smith


            
 


            
Numb

            
Blood drips down my thumb;

            Trickling from my arm,

            And I am numb.

            
My voice pinched to dumb,

            But no sense of alarm;

            Blood drips down my thumb,

            
Life began as a drum,

            But has lost its charm

            And I am numb.

            
An apartment dark and glum;

            No door to keep out harm;

            Blood drips down my thumb.

            
My heart no-one to strum;

            No harvest on that farm

            And I am numb.

            
I hope my time has come.

            My pain shall death disarm.

            Blood drips down my thumb,

            And I am numb.