When Apathy Won

Love fought Apathy once,

For the first time.

Love won, of course

With all the romance

Of a knight in a castle

Slaying a sleeping dragon.

The next match was harder

Love was weak,

Like three hundred against the ottoman empire

But they fought to the last man,

And that last lived to tell the tale

When Love fought Apathy a third time,

Love flooded Apathy’s gates

Apathy almost died

It was an extinction of unhope

Love was victorious.

Love would never lose.

When apathy won,

Love was alone.

On a street corner

In a quiet neighborhood.

When apathy won,

It felt like a warm blanket

No worries or hardships

Just a soft chair in a dark room.

When apathy won,

Love went willingly

Choked in blankets

Drowned in a lukewarm nothing.

When apathy won,

It was the night

falling over a castle

As it always does

At the end of the day.

When apathy won,

There was no fight.

no battle

no war.

no massacre.

no genocide.

When apathy won,

A single man died.

Alone.