I have apathy you can’t take away
I take my vices with a swig of *****
I can not stand the way comfort will sway
Malcontent has a way of being news

Put a heartbeat into my poetry
See nature reflect my mood back at me
Misunderstandings made clear in the trees
Without surroundings what is there to see?

A certain carelessness in honesty
Lacking empathy but strong in boundaries
Why is being left alone so haughty?
What’s wrong with a bundle of memories?

I wonder, would you go to Hell to save
Someone else from an early, sudden grave?