Pity

Do you care because it’s me?

Or

Do you care because it is ME?

I can’t tell the difference…

Love… and Pity…

Love.

Where the piercing light shoots through all walls and bodies — new perceptions recreated,

A formula of joy and excitement — bodies frolic together endlessly

A refurbished world of acceptance, desirability and kinship.

Pity.

Where the light flickers — a damp workspace provided,

But with empty promises to fill the nothingness that is left

A world of disbelief, begging and uncertainty is generated.

I am unsure if the sensations you emote are true to myself, or true to thee

The unknowing of what is honest and what is false…

This is something that will forever bother me.

I sit at my desk as the lamp flickers, flickers and never speaks to me again — quiet.