Apathy

The glass is always empty
When there’s no water to pour
The gloomy shades of apathy
When you’re stuck in a noire

I’ll pour myself that glass
When the rain kills the drought
But as for the moment
I’ll stay put in my doubt

For life is a game
And mostly not fair
When it’s too late to realize
That your luck was always there

So here’s to the wind
Who will guide me to the sea
I toast my empty glass
With a pint of apathy

Reviews

[TheSecretWriter]

What a soulful, melancholic and somehow...touching (maybe) poem. Although it does not rhyme the entire time, it could be read very easily. The content is just wow...
That's it!
LG (regards) The Secret Writer