tragic apathy

• everything is shattering,
• crumbling,
• into nothing
• but dust,
• dust that is carried away,
• away from him,
• away from what he once was,
• what they once were
• a love seat sits in a corner,
• glazed with dust
• clothing that were once his lie forgotten,
• on the wooden floor,
• glazed with dust
• his eyes gaze unblinkingly
• at the plain white ceiling,
• glazed with dust
• he lie,
• finding no reason to move
• moonlight filters in through an opened window,
• basking him in a soft light,
• basking the room in a soft light,
• except the corners glazed with dust
• through the window,
• a breeze enters,
• it takes him,
• an iron grip,
• it won’t let go
• the dust swirls,
• coating the walls,
• tightening,
• tightening,
• tightening,
• from the grip he falls,
• nothing but dust