It Doesn't Matter to Me

I have no reason to wake up.

I have no reason to dream.

I’ve lost hope in that shake up,

I’ve lost some self esteem.

 

The days keep rolling,

The hours keep strolling,

But it doesn’t matter to me.

The apples are falling,

Someone is calling,

But it doesn’t matter to me.

 

I have no more smiles to give,

I have no more thoughts.

I now only live to live,

I am the one that rots.

 

The minutes keep ticking,

The apples, they’re picking,

But it doesn’t matter to me.

The air is chilling,

The cold unforgiving,

But it doesn’t matter to me.

 

I now look into dust,

I stare for bits of hope.

I see how it now has rust,

I wonder if I can cope.

 

The seconds are leaving,

The thoughts unbelieving,

But it doesn’t matter to me.

There’s one thing I know,

Only one thing I’ll show;

It doesn’t matter to me.

Reviews

[Adela Muresan]

You expressed how the emptiness of hart rips us apart from the world, all happiness being swept away in nothingness, beautifully.

Very good write!

A.M.