apathy

my skin's too tight and
i can't breathe
the fleeting light
the bloody knees
if i were stronger
i would stand
and rectify the
fallen plan
but here i sit
and type alone
as wonder passes
on its own
and in the distance
i can see
a light that sweetly
calls to me
i know i want to
seek that truth
but prison'd here
i keep my self
in chains that i
have formed.
lord forgive my apathy