Nothing stands out
Numbness takes over
Robotic movements
Apathy bleeds in
And emotions
Fade away
Muted and dim
Somewhere
In the background
While a being
With no face
And no features
Lies to themself
That it's okay
It'll get better
When hope is dying
And laughs are choked
Smiles are wavering
Fake and not real
Tears come dripping
Tripping over themselves
Raising a hand
To wipe them away
But letting it fall
Who cares anymore
This happens everyday
Anger pulses with sorrow
Like a drum
Like a heart
It beats in their blood
Aesthetic awe
Peering through the window
With wrongly placed
Amazement
And polite sympathy
Which never has
And that doesn't
Help any
Hurt feelings
Are abound
And which side
Should they be on
Is the main question
They both matter
But choosing one
Means saying
You mattered more
And you matter less
How can it be right
How can they decide
Which heart to break
Which soul to crush
Which person to die
In a moment like that
In a guilt-raced rush
Not deciding
Means repeating
And repeating
Means forever
And their heart
Now numb
Could very well
Be severed.
~fin~
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
