Apathy sits like dust on the lungs
not heavy enough to choke
not light enough to ignore
It doesn’t scream
It doesn’t beg
It waits
The world burns outside the window
and I watch the smoke change shape
thinking how interesting t is
that fire can look so calm from far away
Apathy is not emptiness
it is a future left in a ruined house
proof that someone once lived here
and decided not to return
Feelings line up at the door
knocking with bloody knuckles
but I’ve learned the sound of rain
and confuse it for mercy
I say nothing matters
not because I believe it
but because belief requires moment
and I have mastered stillness
Time passes like a body drifting downstream
face up, eyes open
watching the sky without caring
which direction it’s going
If despair is a scream
apathy is the silence afterward
when the echo dies
and no one checks to see
who stopped breathing