Apathy’s Grip
(Jaquith, 2012)
What do you do:
When your world shifts,
When your foundations crumble,
When the demons are screaming, and
You are left swimming in a sea of liquid sand?
When they have stormed the gates,
When she is not coming home again,
When the cancer spreads, and
“Je t’aime” gets lost in the translation.
When mental masturbations,
And post hoc rationalizations,
Bring no satisfactory resolutions,
Only acceptance of what can not be undone.
What do you do when you are caught in apathy’s grip?
I have no answers to these questions.
But I know the whiskey helps me sleep,
And the sound of my waking children brings me back to life.
Bon chance … my friend.
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