Popular Poems About Apathy

i have not
been buried
but i am
suffocating

i am silent
but the shadow
that used
to hear my scream
has gone away

he was the
only thing  
in my words,
but the present
is passing
without him

the one
who used to
explain things
to me when
i was upset,
now doesn't
even think
of talking to me...

I’m not sure when it all began,
if time drew its sharp blade
and split apart the fine string
tying them together,
or maybe none was ever made.

But since the first blink I can remember,
lying in the dark,
I could hear the silence creeping
through the cracks in the walls
from their bed chamber.

And when the sun came through,
I could then see the regret behind their eyes,
as if two strangers shared
a roof and a contract
with no rubber stamp to seal their choice.

Let’s just pretend
that I took today off
intentionally.

That my goal was to spend it
on the couch
watching Netflix
instead of in the gym
or doing my taxes
or writing good poetry.

Let’s say that the morning headache
never went away
and I was truly
incapacitated
all day
or
that I was still
recovering from the weekend
and had a deliberate
Day of Sloth
to regroup
refocus
and come back better tomorrow.

Let’s just assume
that was my intent all along
and not...