Tolerance Apathy
Death
A tear of foundation
A demolition of pillars
A lack of a purpose,
Whose corpses
Are laid on the ground
To bear the bad news of the loss of
EVERYTHING.
Apathetic is my hate-language.
I have dealt with the devil herself
I’d felt her evilness intensely
Enough just to know when to draw
My biggest weapon called indifference
ON THE WORST OF THE WORST.
WHERE I SLICE EVERY VICE SHE’D THROWN AT ME
AND I FEED EVERY PIECE THAT REMAINS
TO HER DEPRAVED AND HUNGRY SOUL.
Turning my back on you was the worst of the worst
In terms of decisions.
If I could fight that,
I’d make sure it sees my rear end.
Much like the guilt of slaughtering
A lamb
That is barely able to walk,
Much like Abraham was forced
To sacrifice his son, Isaac,
I too,
Conformed to the grave sin
I was obligated to commit.
Two days in,
I find myself praying
And probing for Biblical accuracy,
Hoping
That the skies open up and utter my name,
Urging me
To retract the sacrifice they’d ordered me to make.
Metaphorically, though.
As the only one who’d tell me to turn
Would be you.
Through your rectangular device
Placed in your right pocket.
Till then, I stay quiet.
Patient and serene.
Finding solace within the tranquil breeze
That immediately precedes
A storm called Karma,
The very bittersweet.
Internally,
I crave you save from my
Self-inflicted misery
By simply uttering my name.
But I’ll warn you, because soon,
My defective apathy
Will inevitably
Engulf all of me,
And I wear it like a shield
That protects me from
The retribution life throws
Gleefully.
