Apathy

Turgid brine, crashing itself against the shore,

A million drops sprayed to the skies, like

Angry words sputtered from feverish lips. Gulls

Scream, the rumble of distant thunder

Sending shivers through every living thing.

Even lonely rocks cower from the black, shaken by the break

Of crooked seas heaving endlessly,

Black breaker, white crest, at war with earth and sky.

A man, among the rocks

Standing, feels their trembling, tastes blood and salt.

Life, they say, is full and passionate, and free,

But here the taste of blood on bitten lip

Only tightens the crushing emptiness within.

He sees all, is all, bright blue eyes now

Black and dull with ache.

Yet all is silence -- violence deafened by a vacuum

Frustration.