Awash in darkness and apathy

Sun shine outside

Doesn’t tempt me from my crypt

The desire to hold things no longer here

embraces like a smallpox blanket

and what happens when the right thing to do

doesn’t seem to matter anymore

and doing what I want to do loiters on the edge of effort I don’t want to expend

Pushing thru another day from my fucking couch unwilling to reach out for understanding ears

Don’t preach to me about loftiness and light I can see them from here

but I believe they are frightened by

what used to be my fears