Apathy
September 3, 2006 by kabilangbuhay
You tell me
you hate my stupidity
philosophizing on
the stillness of things
you thought profanity
but I insisted divine.
Or when I contend
that the sun doesn’t at all
rest in the west because
the earth is just round.
You hate me, I know
from head to toe,
you hate every fragment
of my decaying bone.
Love me not.
Loathe me.
Laugh.
Crucify my verses,
nail my metaphors.
Still, for you I won’t bleed.
My poem is numb.
I am cold.
