It pushes my face underwater
asks me
what do you want?
My response
is lost in the bubbles
struggling to breathe
and I try to want something.
My response
is nothing
I don’t want anything
other than to tell
apathy
to go away.
I try to get out of bed
but instead I sleep
even if I’m not tired
I just want
the day to end.
Apathy tells me
there’s just another day
tomorrow
but hope
does not rise within me.
Only one question
rises in my mind,
will I be able to feel anything
for something
when tomorrow comes?
Amy Yun 