Not just me
Who is ceasing to be
Interested
Came a time
I once cared
But now there
In its stead
Is a somber indifference
A sullen withdrawal
Where I used to be
Head over heels
Now I fall
Not in love,
From above
From on high
I deny
Having any incentive
To send a reply
Having any stake left
In the politics game
Having all the ink drain
From my pen hand
In vein