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Apathy

Contributed by ham323 on Saturday, 3rd June 2006 @ 03:28:47 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems




Watching the grass grow.
From behind her window.

Glancing at the clock.
Listening to it’s faint tick tock.

Sighing for the sake of breath.
There’s no emotion left.

Careless tendencies they embrace.
Apathy dances across her face.

Wishing for a greater feel.
Than the hunger for her next meal.

Humming a dead beat tune.
The sunset turning into the moon.

Another brief moment in time.
Wasted at the hand of apathy’s divine.

Wanting more than just to live.
Living life with a greater motive.

Another moment passes by.
And still she wonders why.

Apathy’s all they sense.
This feelings too intense..




Copyright © ham323 ... [ 2006-06-03 15:28:47]
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Re: Apathy (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 3rd June 2006 @ 04:25:40 PM AEST
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Nice poem. It's the situation of someone's apathy. Described well. How we feel time passing, thinking nothing is so good, etc.

I like it.


Re: Apathy (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 3rd June 2006 @ 08:09:34 PM AEST
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Wow i'm scencing the powerful emotional
not so pleasant situation here simple but most effective good job hope it's just a poem.


Ben


Re: Apathy (User Rating: 1 )
by bronzen on Saturday, 3rd June 2006 @ 08:27:40 PM AEST
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VERY BEAUTIFUL POEM


Re: Apathy (User Rating: 1 )
by jerseysue on Sunday, 4th June 2006 @ 12:52:39 PM AEST
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Oh this is so sad, life is so sweet, to be so devoid of that is pitiful. I found this poem so thought provoking. Sue x




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