Poetry: "Apathetic Artist"

Please read the poem on your own before watching me perform it. I think it's important for you to form your own uninfluenced interpretation of the poem.

"Apathetic Artist"
by David Wright

I’m an artist without a muse,

A poet not in pain.

Happiness makes me confused.

Summer is really lame.

Neither here nor there,

I sit in silence until a friend calls.

Apathy arrives and I don’t care.

Then I wake up and notice that now it’s fall.

Surrounded by stimuli I react with body and brain,

But my soul and heart still wander for meaning.

Chemical and emotional reaction reign.

Winter comes crawling in, clotting the bleeding. 

Pulsing in pain from the incredible loss. Apathetic.

I don’t care. The medication haze hides life’s aesthetic.