Blades of Apathy
Memories scarcely recollected
as if the frail pictures hold traces of
shame—no, not shame—
a contemptuous emotion strung
upon such intruding truths,
basking and waiting
for words to record its frumpy
existence—gone . . .
There is a fear lurking where
honesty resides, as blades
of apathy slash away at the edges
of time—making way for
distant sadness. . .and a cool blur of
Heartless
-May 30, 2014-
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
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