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Apathy
warns of stumble-tripping down the path of Low Mood,
the most direct root to Depressive State.
My vehicle has tinted windows.
Despite pretty mind’s instructions to enjoy the view,
the adjectives that filter through all connote
Apathy
The streetscape is monotone.
Autumn is …well… Autumn.
Joy is a brief smile, because it should be.
I over-consume chocolate rather than savour it-
Even my taste buds have been infected with
Apathy
The house is fast descending into
What normal mind would term chaos, which
Under normal circumstances would invoke
A response of fervent house-cleaning
But, this mind’s receptors coolly respond with
Apathy
Oh that I could hit a switch to turn it on again-
I would surely revel in the ecstasy of the luminous light
Making hay, lots of it, before this insidious, passive sin
Seeps in and – click. Oblivion’s synonym:
Apathy.