Self Loathing
The Anatomy of Indifference.
Silence swallows screams, unheard, unseen,
Isolation's icy fingers intervene.
Worthless, weightless—a whisper in the wind,
Concern and care consistently rescind.
Learned helplessness lingers, a phantom limb,
Diffusion of responsibility—humanity’s whim.
Each turns away, eyes averted, hands clean,
"Someone else will help," the collective keen.
Trust shattered like shards of brittle glass,
Faith in humanity—a fading, futile farce.
Social supports crumble, connections corrode,
Leaving loneliness to lighten the load.
Voices echo in vacant vestibules,
Pleas for help—perceived as ridicules.
Invisible, invalidated, incessantly ignored,
Self-worth withers, relentlessly deplored.
Hope's horizon blurs, hazy and distant,
As apathy's armor grows more resistant.
In this wasteland of indifference, we wander,
Unseen, unheard—left alone to ponder.
The weight of the world, once shared, now solely borne,
In a society seemingly sworn
To turn blind eyes and deaf ears to pain,
Leaving the vulnerable out in the rain.
Yet still we stand, silent sentinels,
Amidst the chaos of life's cruel carousels.
Unheard, unloved, but unbroken still,
Surviving spite of society's ill will.
