Apathy

All it has been consumed: Eye for beauty, heart for love; Ear for music—touch of soul. 'My key' —the silence between two musical keys, When our hearts used to swell with sighs… We no longer taste the honey, Love once poured into our hearts; Nor the olfactory sense, senses The air surrounding us With the fragrance of earth: They only tell of memories, Of finite times…deserted. The tears have dried, and the hearts are sere: We may never rejoice in blossoming… Even in these words: —there is no ache. They arrange themselves displaying indifference: — There is no despair in this ink. Time is draining a life without life, And I am the apathetic witness, Witnessing its own apathy; Watching with lethargic eyes The ebb and flow of life, Consuming itself—in emptiness.