Feb 8, 2020
Apathy’s Tether
Darkness rules, as if it is mid- December.
I sit here, trying to remember
The time when generosity was my creed
Trying to recall, the last time my soul cried
For a stranger in need.
It does not come to mind
Now it is only for family and friends
That sympathy I can find.
Hurt any one of these and I will rise to fight
Yet the pain of strangers is a mere flicker of the dimmest form of light
What poison has seeped into my soul
And created this monster tethered to Apathy’s pole?
(c)
02/08/2020
