Apathetic

I’m so tired of pining over
someone who’s not here,
thinking dreaming will help her
materialize and waltz right up to
me when I’m ambling down the sidewalk,
the stars don’t align in the right places
and there aren’t ‘precious’ moments in life,
I’ve gradually lost the will to hope
for a life better than this unfortunate,
incessant, accident on repeat in which some
car of despair careens into a careless me
and wrecks even a semblance of a sense of self,
I’m also so exhausted from all this whining
and so, I’m switching my tongue off,
treating it like a grainy-screened, screechy TV
and using a needle and thread to sew my lips shut,
it’s up to you to interpret if I meant that figuratively or
literally, but how does it matter? I’m ugly as hell
already.

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2020)

I blog at There will come soft rains 

Photo by Sasha Freemind on Unsplash

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Beverly Crawford says:

    Even at the bottom of Pandora’s box there was HOPE.

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  2. Frank Hubeny says:

    I like this description being silent: “I’m also so exhausted from all this whining
    and so, I’m switching my tongue off,
    treating it like a grainy-screened, screechy TV
    and using a needle and thread to sew my lips shut”

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  3. I think somewhere there is someone…. but pining inside never helps I think

    Like

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