from the ground i was born
into unknown circumstances
of tired looking faces, and
silence. where apathy is a day
job devoutly to be held,
and they can only condone
to condemn with their eyes.

but,

in the smoke haze of delusional
there is you, my love.

burning spark, bright enough to
light every one of my flames,
and warm enough to keep
me moving in the sludge of
apathetic environments