Apathy

 

 

Upon dreams and plans

upon reluctance

floating, and just looking at

things, oh so many things I need do.

 

Like stung by a sea snake

and paralyzed

or merely believing in mind

some sort of that happened

glorifying the misery

clinging onto tragedy

like a licence to do nothing.

 

I do nothing!

Nothing about my designs

or hopes or wounds,

or even hunger.

 

 

 

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