The Harmony of Apathy
There is a misplacement in me
Sadness in a note
Love in a tone
Pain that no one else seems to feel
But where is the empathy?
Where is the sympathy?
Apathy.
I feel-
Little
I feel-
Silence
Or rather I feel-
Where Silence is meant to be
When words would have been
Better left unspoken
When you bare your soul
For the world to hear
Should you really be surprised
When they steal it?
Or melt it?
Or freeze it?
I feel the pain, the loss, the love
There – just now
In a note
A melody.
The Harmony
of Apathy.
No One was Saved
I am Eleanor Rigby.
I come out of this world
A lonely person
Searching for love
Dreaming about that day.
I am a river.
Soft and sweet.
My embrace like cold needles
Carrying my dream away
Back to the lonely banks.
I am a smile.
I play on the lips
Of liars, saints, and lovers.
I come and I go
A sign that they are just barely getting by.
I am a secret.
Shared between friends,
Holding people together
Tearing others apart
Because no one keeps me to themselves.
I am Eleanor Rigby.
I keep faces in jars
Because my own face is the mask.
The river, the smile, the secret
are truth.
***I love allusions and I felt a sudden connection to Miss Rigby, so this is my tribute to her (as well as the four men who brought her into existence). I look forward to the day when I don’t feel like I’m turning into Eleanor and Father McKenzie any more.
Change
Change is coming
The leaves are changing
The wind is biting
And my heart feels empty
There is an ache in my chest
That does not come from the cold
A sadness in my step
That does not come from the graying sky
Am I depressed?
Or is there some transformation taking place?
I feel alone under the dismal sky
And the dreary rain washes me away
I am past the pain now
I feel nothing besides sorrow and lonliness
What is happening?
Change must be coming
Otherwise I fear I will fade away
Please, let change be coming.
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