Apathy

Apathy 

Paper crumbled in the basket

Words torn apart

Ideas unwritten 

Evidence of effort veiled

Volumes fill the shelves

Knowledge nobly built from 

Accident from mistake from 

Failure from trying

An iron will salvaged 

Disappointment into 

Pages of a story forever 

Told without hint of the end

So we threw effort to the ground

Preferred blank pages to red ink

Unsure we could again choose 

To exonerate failure as development

To present our ambitions

In their agonized finality 

To a world of viewers 

Pointing to mistakes 

We never even detected 

Not again. 

But again! 

Pull the paper from the basket

Smooth out the wrinkled lines 

Our effort is our roar 

And in its echo we will find 

Our lines