Have I Lost the Ability to Care Anymore?

The ‘go bleep yourself’ slips 

so easily 


My manner is steel, titanium 

burning white

I care no more 


Family, friend, stranger 

at night, at day, in dreams

I care not one iota


your plight

I fought so long

I strive for ease

To come and lay 

Up on, I cease

my brow, it suffers


a bit, I care less

Minus this

Plus that

A raging brook

a gentle stream

of doubt

does not linger 

or wreck me out

I care no more 

so fine it is

The rocking horse

and whirly wiz

From childhood to 

this remiss

I don’t give, 

So, fess up please


You can leave


a shadow, a nod

a blessed,

whatever it is,

The leathered

black, verses

you grip

Causes unknown

but for sure you do

fire that mouth, your



Know one’s home,

No care here

the show is over

I have not time

to riddle about

your blinded


This is me, see

Me now

if you care 

to drop the crap

perhaps I’ll stop

and give a care,


care has left

it seems,

perhaps for good.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo Credit- https://www.pexels.com/photo/black-and-white-caucasian-indoors-man-157928/

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