Apathy

Each day it’s being chipped at,

More

And

More.

But, who to tell?

Who will care?

All

Those

Worthless

Tears

Shed.

Have drained me of all.

No

More

Tears

Will

Fall.

Nothing.

Just this pit in my gut,

Of

Emptiness,

That I don’t,

Know

How

To

Fill.