Stephen Spurrier Jr.


Apathy Poem - Poem by Stephen Spurrier Jr.

Laborious for no worthy gain,
Spat on by the Imps of pain,
All for naught, this effort seems,
As noted in my nightly dreams.

To please my fellow man,
Scarcely e'er was my plan,
For myself this life be lived,
To him, no answer shall I give.

In the sea of Apathy,
I find my resting place.
In a twisted sense it seems
An alleviating Grace;

Upon the shores of Counsel,
My burdens do I cast,
To prance along down Solace,
Forsaking all things past;

In the face of Effort
I toss my malcontent,
In the feilds of Wisdom,
My time of day is spent.

No regard for Effort
for which there is no gain,
Upon wings of Apathy I soar,
Free of guilt and shame.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem was written when I was in a state of depression and apathy, i.e. its title, after making a hard decision, realizing college wasn't for me. I was in an outlandish frame of mind, as you may be able to tell. It was also written under after resolutely deciding to make my own choices in life, without the prompting of others. Message me for further details, and enjoy if you can!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 26, 2013


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