Ode to our sensitivity

Ode to our sensitivity
A title that came to me months ago,
When my eyes saw what they saw,
A burst of few seconds stories
One after the other destroying the light in my eyes
I would refresh them with a nice view,
Nature mostly, open horizons.
Eyes cleaning nature,
But it stopped working
And the light dimmed and dimmed
I am numb many of the days
Desensitised.

How can we humans be so cruel
And I know it’s a very old story
I know. 
I know we’ve been doing it for eons
How can we humans be so cruel.

My sensitivity
My sensitive heart
Is not functioning anymore
It’s idle. Hibernating.
Then it starts to rain, 
and the rain drops 
like an EMDR clicking technique 
Opens me, 
Turns on the heart and the tears.

Ode to my sensitivity. 
Numb. 
Feeling again. 
Numb. 
Feeling again.

Today I read a few poems from @gazapoets.
There are no words to describe what is happening.
Only poems.
Only poetry to tell the indescribable.