Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Numb Surrender

Shootings, drone strikes, starvation, rape—distill them as facts to read with coffee and statistics that defy genuine comprehension. Too big to grasp. In the USA 2,000 children go missing every day. Can you graph the mothers' torments with the decibel of their groans? Please, say it in data. Please don't let me feel them. Don't make me think of one missing child and of...

No.

Please, tell it with theatrics: with villains and heroes and tell me when to cry.

But don't.
Don't make me feel.
I can't.

Encumbered by all unutterable terrors of the world, how should I live?
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4 comments:

  1. RachaelMay 7, 2013 at 11:46 PM

    Oh wow. Noah, this is really good.
    "But don't.
    Don't make me feel.
    I can't."
    Best lines. I can 100% relate to the statement.

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  2. NicoleMay 7, 2013 at 11:46 PM

    Wow. This. Just wow.

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  3. SaraMay 8, 2013 at 8:44 AM

    this is soo good. you've captured this really well.

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  4. NoahMay 8, 2013 at 9:22 AM

    Thanks everyone! You all make this such an awesome environment write in.

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