Oceans of ApathyA Poem by AMetaphoricalSoul
Conversations with myself
A cry for help Carefully chosen words to provide ambiguity Hiding behind the artistry Allusions and metaphors in place of the literal truth Deeply intimate issues put on display Shrouded by interpretation My heart bleeding in plain sight Obscured by the craft My pain on a pedestal Shining a light into the caverns of my soul Praised as a show of talent instead of seeing the bigger picture Looking at the deeper meaning Who created this rhythm and flow from a fractured mind? Why would they say such things? Such bitter, poignant balladry Who questions the purpose of these expressions? Each piece is like a whisper in a crowd A single drop in an ocean of apathy I wear my thoughts on my sleeve But no one likes my shirt Still the sleeves grow longer to contain my endless musings The words repeat themselves in a different order All conveying the same message: Help me I need it more than I can admit Help me Before I run out of ways to say it © 2019 AMetaphoricalSoul |
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Added on February 26, 2019 Last Updated on February 26, 2019 Author
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