Numb

Stuck in a dirge 

I hear the drum

I want to move

But I am numb

Moving forward

I must still try

I will resist

Questions of why

I sit and wait

Will it wear off

I hear voices 

I hear them scoff

Pins and needles

Numbness within

Blows to the heart

Strike to the chin

Marching alone

To a new drum

Marching ahead

Though I am numb