You, me — or whoever else
Could pour their hearts out on paper,
Tears trickling, dripping, merging with the ink —
Mixing, forming depictions closely resembling,
An impromptu Rorschach test.
And when we think we’ve said all we can
With no inhibitions. We look around us and see
That no one cares —
Hell, no one even noticed.
And you know what ….
There’s something morbidly hilarious about that.
– O.D. ©2020