# Poem #33: The Senses

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Emotion, Poetry, senses

#33 of Poetry

A poem about how the five senses (and speech) are things that are important in life, but not as important as the "sixth sense"; emotion.

_The Senses_

I feel so blind   
 I can't see what to expect   
 Nothing to nourish my sight   
If seeing is believing,   
Where to see the beliefs?

I feel so silent   
No sound is present   
The words have vacated   
No understanding   
Is left.

I feel so deaf   
 The sound pressing in   
The blackness suffocates   
Absence so prevelant   
Where does it come from?

I feel so plugged   
The flowers are dull   
 The stench rots my core   
My nose a sore   
Burning my face.

I feel so tasteless   
 Ash filling my mouth   
 I look down   
 I see charcoal   
Glowing with fiery malice.

I feel so hollow   
No ground beneath my feet   
The walls have gone   
No finger, but glass   
Brittle as air.

I feel so wonderful   
Sorrow fills my heart   
 Anger seethes my core   
 Joy from tip to tip   
Confusion a comfort.

Depression, sadness, grief   
Are my eyes;   
Irritation, annoyance, fury   
Are my voice;   
 Happiness, jubilance, giddiness   
 Are my ears;   
Loneliness, inspiration, understanding   
Are my nose;   
Pity, sympathy, passion   
Are my tongue;   
 Love, courage, shame   
 Are my hands.   
 These emotions, these senses, these feelings,   
Are my Life.

~bhscorch

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