Apathy

Between my heart and throat,
Lies a gaping hole
Filled with the regret
tortured by my soul.

Deep within this void,
Lies the burning of my rage
Drenched in years of tear drops
And the ink upon my page.

Buried deep inside my chest,
I feel the fire roar within,
But nothing will emerge -
And I'm soon to give in.

I wish to cry, I dare to scream.
Expel the air chained within my lungs.
But in everything I say and hear,
Swim words of distant tongues.

The rage within has quelled;
The depression did suffice.
The scorching in my lungs
did all but forsake me twice.

Emptiness and ignorance
Often lie hand in hand,
But I assure you, naive child,
There's nothing I don't understand.

For I have seen it all;
Been inside every heart and mind,
Yet, I simply do not care.
Something you'll see as unkind.

For the hole within my heart,
And the absence within my voice,
Are restricting in every sense -
But it is not my choice.

I wish to open up my chest
And tear it out onto the floor -
But, what would be the point?
I'm human; nothing more. 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Mia]

Apathy…the point of no return…no? It takes a lot to become apathetic…that what I got from this poem. There were strong fiery emotions that slowly move to a point of being burnt out to the finally shrug! Very nice poem Ren, well thought out!

[Ren Black]

Thank you so much for your kind review.

[Laminators Dubai]

i think its dark and full of feelings to share....splendid....keep sharing... ^^

[Ren Black]

Thank you very much. :)