Journal in Verses

Anatomy of Indifference

October 29, 2018

I know someone
Who craves for a touch of my hand
For the sound of my voice
And a few moments of my warm smile

But like a daruma doll
That goes fourteen times down and
Fifteen times up

I sit here, between the lines
Of acedia and apathy
Buried so deep into human nature
That I feel I am used up.

Featured image: Mette asleep on a sofa by Paul Gauguin (1875)

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