Introduction to Apathy
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The 12-Year-old poet collapsed
He was weak
He couldn’t see
Tears impaired his vision
It stung to blink
And hurt to feel
He couldn’t speak
His voice would only say her name as he cried out for her
Knowing his opaque room walls were his only listeners
He couldn’t think
Thoughts became tangled in his conscience and the finished product was nothing more than a cluster of could haves
Would haves
Should haves…
All he could do was pray
Pray for some mercy
Pray some compassion
Pray something or someone that would free him from this hell known as heartbreak
Then… She came
She offered her condolences
She gave some advice
And made a promise
She promised to never leave him
Never lie to him
Never disappoint him
She promised that he would never again cry
He’d never mourn
He’d never ache
All he had to do
Was that he’d put the Poet to death
She lightly kissed his soul
And whispered to his ears
“Death to the Poet who loved
And was too naïve to understand
That his efforts were useless
That he’d forever be clueless
That he was cursed to be alone”
His thoughts joined in
Happy that they had something new to hold onto
Happy that they were free from the bondage of memories
“Death to the Poet who believed
And thought she could be the one
The world was so cruel
Exposing him as a fool
Leaving him to drown in his doubts”
It was as if a new air had filled his chest
As if she had replaced oxygen
Just as she had replaced pain
“Death to the Poet who smiled
And sacrificed to keep her smiling
For if he strived to be her knight
If he tried to be her light
He still wouldn’t be enough”
Apathy continued to speak
Her venomous words somehow brought him peace
His blood raced through his veins
Passing on her vile message
“Death to the Poet who trusted
And placed her opinion over his own
He’d always hear lies
That’d lead to his demise
Solo was the way to go”
At last, his once loving heart
Had rebuked everything it had known and had taken in her message
It pumped poison proudly throughout his body
“Death to the Poet who feared
And wanted her over anything else
He’d only bring more shame
To his already poor name
Execution was the only option”
By embracing his pain
The tormented poet grew numb
And for the first time in a long time
He felt relaxed
So, inspired by his new partner
He did something to this day he’s still paying for
He let go…
He dropped his care
He released his intimacy
He banished his emotions
For they were things of the past
A past he wished to forget
The tears were gone
But the chills remained
His thoughts were right
But his soul was stained
The sadness had left
And so had the pain
But there still is no sunshine
It continues to rain