Lacking heart

compassion

When I say it doesn’t effect me in any way?

My affect isn’t fitting 

scheming

for a manner that befits the coming day?

You’re so easy

to make afraid

just flip on the tele

and create a parade

of sad notions

with pictures to follow

The range of emotion

is like a soft rain

perpetual

hours upon hours of detail

to suggest we are not alone

but enduring this unreasonable adventure

human frailty

mixed bags 

sad commentary

Every angle would begin

unraveling the mystery

that allows me to forget that 

I 

was

ever 

afraid

ever

nervous

ever 

dependent upon a single action

to help me define who I am

so that others might remember me

remember me

remember me

what if no one can

remember me