What happens when the desire to better myself disappears?
Some days I don’t even
Want to take care of
This body and soul
Called “me”

Not that you notice
Such variations

Checking off the activities
Ignoring your proclivities
Knowing it won’t change
Time is a collection of
Moments when the wind goes
Right out of my sails

You are content
Aren’t you? How would
I know? Your trust doesn’t
Extend to me
Your respect sidesteps
Who I really am

Oh but you don’t even know that,
You sneered one day
Darling, it’s you
Who knows not
The exquisite landscape
Of my molten heart

These are boring complaints
The days march by, wasted
Regrets and sorrow —
Hope has lost its taste
And I wait for tomorrow but
It’s just another day

Just another day
The banality of quarrels
The space to wallow in
Loneliness
The apathy of too late

The heaviness of
Broken wings