Tuesday, February 17, 2015

in my quest to quell the apathy;

i am a writer who seldom writes 
impaired instead, by despondency 
no one warns you not to build a home in misery
that solitude, at times, doesn't make any sense
knowing people do not suffer quietly
we do not forget it, we ignore it 
but i forgive you, for me 
and in my quest to quell the apathy 
i'll pick up another bottle of wine
on a weeknight. 

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