Apathy

Apathy

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings

Sitting in the dark
I scream.
I tear at my flesh,
Paint it new.
Drink the tonic
To make it better.
Breath ash,
Inhale the powders.

What else am I to do.
There's nothing else.
Nothing left.
It's all hollow.
Hero's, just lies.
promise, gone.
Future, a joke.

Nothing matters.
And I don't 
Care.

© 2017 The Poet of Black Wings


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Maniacally Silent

Great Read

Matthew

Posted 3 Years Ago


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The Poet of Black Wings
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i hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..

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