When I Was Indifferent by Timothy Hamilton

When I was indifferent, Life was easier.
Day followed day.
Beans from a can,
Fresh Asian noodles I once loved,
Sunny delicate spring days,
Grey clouds and tedious half-hearted rain,
All the same to a decayed spirit
And a shriveled heart.

Day followed day followed day
With no end past yesterday,
And nothing past tomorrow.
When I was indifferent
Life was easier.
Nothing to love,
Nothing to hate,
Nothing to forget.
Love vanished
Neither to be given,
Nor to be found.
No penance to be paid
For favoring or avoiding
This or that or yesterday’s leftovers.

When I was indifferent
Life was simpler.
Nothing to explain,
Save Persistence.

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A depressive episode remembered.

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Poet’s Instagram: @timek508

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