Abyss of apathy

I’m walking down the crowded street,

I watch people pass me by,

Talking, laughing, chattering away,

Enjoying life for themselves.

Look around what do you see???

Pain, sadness, it don’t look pretty to me,

Feelings crushed, and hope is lost,

A soul in agony, his neighbour cares not.

A small girl helps an old blind man,

But an adult averts his eyes in shame,

Busy, yet with an empty place

In his “steady” heart called love.

A heart meant to jump and roll,

Locked away in eternal frigidity,

Taught to doubt, hurt, and win,

To the point where no one cares anymore.

The world grows small the heart is sore,

Wary, cynical, cutting, cruel words,

Selfishly look out for oneself alone,

Who gives a damn about this place called home?

Falling in this abyss of apathy,

Is the lonely, joyous spirit called love,

Reaching out its hand for someone to care,

Someone to pull it back from oblivion.