Poetry / Apathetic Eyes

Apathetic Eyes -

forgotten moon’s reflection
on the days when
I could look in the mirror
and not count the apathy
in every aspect of my face.
Backyard grass rompts
are so far away,
when the laundry needs starting.
A particular young boy
hates his life and place.
Electronic sympathy
can always bring me back,
to a pen in my arm
with daily incoherent rants
of God taking saving grace

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