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


you grip

Causes unknown

but for sure you do

fire that mouth/ your lips


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

revised 12-7-21

12 thoughts on “HAVE I LOST THE ABILITY TO CARE ANYMORE? #poetry by jay

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  1. harsh but honest, understandable; my favourite line : ‘I have not time to riddle about’ hits home. I like the feeling of not caring, ‘just getting on with life’ as in ‘the nonchalance of cats’ ooops: weren’t we told never to reference our own work?

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