I hate you, and all you are.
images of fruitless apple trees growing
in all directions cry out to the black and blue veins
hiding beneath my pale skin, hard, crumbled, but young,
a plain testament to nothing and no one with tears as red as mine.
Today i must feel my heart break yet again at the
repetitive sound of lost screaming friends, kidnapped and held
prisoner to they're own mind, while they're capture continues
to breath, love and laugh.
How do i act, why should i care, another query to lessen my empathy to them.