The Point of Not Caring

The Point of Not Caring

If you take a stroll
Past the point of not caring
You realise that along the way
You see figurines
Twisted, oddly shaped
Colourful, but clouded fuzzy images
Beautiful ugly relics of
The happiness they were disguised as
Behind colourless transparencies
Of crystal mud

If you take a walk
Beyond the point of not caring
You realise that you have finally done it
Only to be nearly pulled in by the shiny dark arms
Of idealism and hope
Because back then
Still now
A friendly gem remains
That reflects your
Wishes, hopes
And dreams

If you try and run
Past the point of not caring
Knowingly you kill something inside
That it never becomes
The same
Again
You assure yourself its
Nothing bad
Just another polished
Beautiful weight on
The person that you are
And will be

What does it take
The pass the point of not caring?
Another solution
That roots from the cause?
Another shiny promise
That so far and few in between
Drops from the sky?
If it has all been
False and
Killjoy
Then what is and when is?

As I shuffle towards the deepening,
The point melds
Into the line that says
It never really mattered.

Reviews

[cartera]

Yes. Not to care does leave one with a life full of polished beautiful weights.
Good poem, well written, with lots of insights to ponder.
ATB
Alex.

[Coyote Poetry]

We are living in a blind world. We need to wake up and see the problems. A excellent poem. It is easy to close your eyes and move on.
Coyote

[Alicia™]

Absolutely mindblowing. Great job! Extremely relatable, because it doesn't quite go over the suicidal edge. Just a right amount of despair, of just giving up and going with the flow. Congrats.