King Apathy

Just my voice,

And the naked air,

All bare,

And nothing there.

Dripping wet,

The notes I share,

On an atmosphere,

That just doesn’t care.

Singing like the angry

choir of heaven on a

stormy day. 

All thunder and rage,

But you don’t hear a

thing,

You even pretend,

Not to feel the rain,

Washing us away.

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