Callous

Today I read an article 

about compassion fatigue

It's where you experience

a trauma

and the monotony of dealing with it

kind of makes you cold

when it comes to others

and their problems

And you know,

as numb as I've been feeling

for the past two years,

every word of that article

became blurry

as I tried to read it

with unshed tears

threatening to drop

down onto my cheeks

where everyone can see them

This writing of mine 

isn't very poetic,

but I had to share

Because everything is stale,

my coffee is bitter,

the cigarettes make me cough up

all kinds of new things

Just wish I could cough up 

some sympathy

for anyone else

along with the phlegm 

So,

you know,

compassion fatigue is new to me,

the label is anyway, 

but if I'm sick,

sick of anything,

I think it's the last two years

of callous remarks

and cold fingertips

that really take the cake