Synergistic lethargy creeps;
my passive commitment, apathy,
is an avalanche. Buries me,
Not quite alive, not nearly dead.
Chilly; frozen silence watches,
Thaws. Quiet’s reflection, smoother -
clear like glass. My shattered mirror,
The jagged shards of my illusion.
Mournful indifference yields,
grudgingly admits its own truth,
its own deception. Releases me,
finally, to feel the warmth of my own heart,
briefly.
© 1995
