Apathy: Noiseless Screams
She screams, her voice swept away in the wind
Just a bothersome whisper.
And even if they could hear,
Would they really care?
Bound by society, shackled by norms
They could watch a murder, not sparing a tear
Someone else is the hero,
Someone else will save the day
Though it's too late for her,
her life's fading away.
She clings to the hope that someone will fight,
but sorry poor girl they can't be your knight.
They'll point and they'll stare
but they don't really dare,
to hold out a hand,
to show that they care.
It's not the norm,
you must understand.
But don't give up hope,
they'll be sitting at home,
pouring their outrage over things all so wrong
and as all the life is leeched out of you,
they'll heave a great sigh
and find other things they had to do...
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The Mr. Morphine...
PoëzieA collection of short poems that came out of my interactions with Mr. Morphine.