Empty cup,
fill me up.
I can’t feel,
I’m going numb.
Been two years…
since I’ve cum.
Can you come,
heal my soul?
It’s gone foul,
like spoiled food.
My mixed moods.
I can’t control.
Out my mind,
Just in time…right?
Arus' Poetry
The alchemy of turning my feelings into poems…
For Myself, (I AM NUMB)
Arus' Poetry 