Howardism Musings from my Awakening Dementia
My collected thoughts flamed by hubris
Home PageSend Comment

Apathy

Once
As feet and hand
Survival Clench
The jagged cleft,
My mind and eyes The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

—Albert Camus

Frolick and rise
Next mountain land.

Now
If not for hill
Under my feet,
I'd cease to eat.
My probing mind
Watching behind-
Fitting the bill.

When
Will dark apathy
Release it's hold-
Icy fingers old.
Why should I care,
My soul to share?
When God's pure eye
Sleeps.

Tell others about this article:
Click here to submit this page to Stumble It