In darkness we find ourselves wondering
where our path may take us,
damaged goods we try to make due with
what we have,
Every day: a challenge of will,
so much accumulation of pain
in such a short time,
You pick your self up
and try to accomplish the task,
but you have barely anything left
in the way of care
Barely there, a hollow burnt out shell,
a mummy clinging to life,
but just as well a pile of dust,
I like. You pick your self
I like.
You pick your self up
and try to accomplish the task,
but you have barely anything left
Can relate.
boring and mundane creates
boring and mundane creates apathy.
The Creation Of Apathy
An emptying of sorts
a way of cleansing the
pallet in a bid for better
flavors.
.
Listlessly lifting
the arm, letting
it settle.
.
No issue embraced
or utterance
expended overly
actively.
.
Born of too much
noise followed by
too much silence,
too many voices
in conflict, too many
nearby explosions.
.
:(
life is not meant to be fun
life is not meant to be fun