Apathy Poem by Mark Gould

Flashes, fleeting pains from ages long ago,
Locked away, tucked into chambers down below.
Pain nicking, biting at the scars,
Tearing open what once was sown,
Searing through the fires.

Eyes have dried their empty tides with nothing left to show,
Nothing worth mentioning for those who cannot know,
This life has had it's share of loss but this cannot be so,
The illusion of a warming heart, the scythe that reaped my soul.

Alone, atoned in dark plutonium bliss,
Heartless heart of apathy rests upon you're lips,
You lied to me, you never care, you're time is at an end,
My wounds will heal, you'll never feel the love I want to send.

When you lie there with nothing fair, and no one else to blame;
You'll wish you would have lived in love instead of shallow fame.