Perhaps one of the darker poems I ever wrote.

As we think about the many emotions we feel.
Some sickening enough to make us lose a good meal.
Yet despite all those emotions, there is something that can occur from too much despair.
Eventually we grow immune to the troubles, the torment, we simply don’t care.
It is not for any lack of knowing something is wrong.
Yet the problems of the world are just singing the same song.

The fact is eventually something is going to break.
There is only so much that we take.
Where we are going to find that nothing surprises us.
That might not be a plus.
Where eventually we are just going to go through the motions.
When what has failed are all emotions.

Some have been grown all too used to the torment and the hate.
They have been resolved to quite the dismal fate.
Yet in many ways, healthier would be to break out in violent rage.
Rather than our emotions being locked in some unbreakable cage.
Yet it is hard to muster up the tears.
To think about the things of our fears.
In the end, we would sooner tear out our hair.
Then muster the strength to care.

The world falls apart before our eye
What was once a cause for outrage is now as common housefly.
So much has happened, so much pain.
But yet it just seems inevitable in our brain.
Torture, despair, torment, death.
All too common, almost like nearly taking a breath.
Our thoughts have been thrown out of tune.
Only so much pain before we grow immune.
Few things can cut our soul like a knife.
Apathy becomes our life.