A Stalker

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I walk the earth, I care for none. I travel by stealth mostly at night, I avoid the sun. Alone I am alone I stand, no care for any of you, no helping hand.

Animals avoid my path they are wiser than you , they want no trouble they avoid the inevitable aftermath. I wander through your world at will, your hospitals,your morgues I am pleased to fill.

I have no feeling for you pitiful lives. Your problems mean less to me than a bag of knives. The number of days that I have spoiled with bad news, a cancer here, dementia there not to forget a murderous bout of baby blues.

I am the dead look in a prostitute’s eyes, I am the funeral of each soldier that dies. I am the bomb, the bullet the grenade. I am the million dollar deal on which some one will renege . I am the loss of ever soldier’s or even innocent civilian’s limb. I am the suicide bomber’s blinding belief.Β  I an this world’s broken and dieing grief.

I am the filth you fear so much I am the sleaze and the open legs you dare not touch. I am the disease that stalks you at night I am the slash of a knife in a drunken fight. I am your worst your greatest and last no hope I am the the scabby hands that grope.

I shall always be around in your homes your schools and your playground. I am all that is your worst nightmare I am the wrongs that you have no intention to repair.

I am Apathy.

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It only takes a few good men to do nothing and evil will win.

17 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. zendictive
    Oct 28, 2012 @ 23:35:13

    scare me (grin) fitting for the season (*_*)

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  2. fatimasaysell
    Oct 29, 2012 @ 10:09:01

    Mumford and Sons have a great line in one of their songs that goes something like “If I had been stronger than my apathy I would have won”. So true!

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  3. kate58
    Nov 01, 2012 @ 17:11:57

    I liked this, Willow, even though I must confess to having grown apathetic. It’s my defense against all that disturbs me. xx

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  4. Will of Heart
    Nov 04, 2012 @ 02:15:00

    mama mea….. nyaaahhh…. it chilled my bones…. lol, great one dear, fit for the season…. πŸ™‚

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  5. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Oct 30, 2013 @ 04:52:09

    Excellent, Willow.

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  6. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Oct 30, 2013 @ 04:54:00

    Ugh – comment cut off! Excellent, as we need to be reminded again & again & again. There’s a current child abuse case. A neighbour saw & heard the violence against the child, CONSIDERED calling the police but was afraid of the man. Not quite apathy, but still a child dead.

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    • willowdot21
      Oct 30, 2013 @ 06:07:05

      Which poem has comment cut off? There is no reason for that to be on any of my post, but I have had a couple of WP issues last night. As for reporting child abuse it is sad that there are always plenty of excuses for not interfering ….. and I say that in a non judgmental way. xxxx

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  7. Jane Dougherty
    Sep 30, 2018 @ 18:56:09

    You hit it spot on there. It’s always someone else’s problem.

    Reply

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