The Giraffe Blog – Poems by Virgenal Owens

The scariest part is the numbing.
The daily news.
The blood.
The cold things you read about
While warm in bed. 
The rage.

No longer feeling
Vibrations of human connectedness.
Not anymore.

As if death is charade.
As if hopelessness is facade.

TV screen pinches cheek,
Wonders if you feel anything anymore.
Asks your nerves if the world
Makes them snap like before.

Concludes you braindead.


~Written by: Virgenal Owens