Apathy

A light knock upon her door,
Brash and arrogant in a gentleman’s hat,
Convenience queues outside,
Bitterness, the brazen mistress of calm,
Need no flowers no worldly charm,
Shamelessly she falls
Into his waiting arms,
A union so potent to bear a lovechild,
Apathy, indifference it’s many names,
If love and hate are first cousins,
Then apathy is the incestuous sister,
Callous, cruel, ugly as sin.