Too often
I am he.
The destroyer.
That foggy minded
sluggish
self-centred
and cynical
destroyer.
Motivation
crumbles
under his
very gaze.
Good desires
float away
to dissipate
and die
when he
draws near.
He ruins people
with slow poison,
with slow poison,
whole nations too.
He sings
that gruesome lullaby
of endless ease
and lies of
blue sky days.
While the world
melts in fire
his victims watch
and care but little.
"Let someone else
fight."
"Who cares?"
"It's too late anyway."
"We're having too much fun."
And with each praise
for the destroyer
he only grows like Eglon,
freezing those who glance
upon him long
like Medusa of the ancient past.
What is his name?
What is his title?
I call him Apathy.
