Apathy covers my heart
like a shell I can’t break
like a forcefield no superhero could have placed
Or maybe it is one,
One of those sad-sack types,
that has turned off ze empathy switch.
Feelings — like a sore in the mouth
that your tongue constantly irritates
-an etched reminder
Of mistakes, mischances, mis-words
played over and over again
Just like that accidental bite
At the sore spot
Drawing blood
And doing it again
But not accidentally anymore
Till that forcefield comes
And everything glazes over
Over
Over
Over
This is a blog. I write it. 