The grip of apathy

Forlorn with empathy

I rest in a grave

Alive in the rave

Unshaken still, I breathe again

Still and steady

The drone of another symphony to remain

The loss of a curse

Our needs and wants

Our reasons to take and give

A forgotten part of our hidden selves

One that makes the rays of the sun

To wither and decay

As you break away

Lost somewhere along the way

Misunderstood, vague