Apathy

The voice has taken, ever shaken

An outward vision, spectating

Reverberating a long told secret

that all should know and are mistaken

 

Bon Voyage, a laughs contempt

Smiling, yet no essence rends

No spirit talks, no creature feels

no voices yearn, no prayer mends

 

It has yet to kill the secret

and find oneself without an end

But slipping grasps now slowly lessen

Plummeting at none’s discretion

 

But who’s to care, who’s to see

the figure at the exit door

The echoes sound, it cannot hear

nor sense the ground, a hollow core

 

Bon voyage, a laughs contempt

smiles glee unto the end

Nothing’s solid, nothing’s filling

He knows his folly, but cannot care

 

Do no favor, stay unspoken,

Apathy to those mistaken

Cannot hear the lover’s voice

cannot care to make a choice

 

Bon Voyage, a laugh’s contempt

A shadow’s height indeed he dreamt

And fell head first unto the floor

Upon a glee of apathy