The Wailing Wall

 

Talking to the oblivious wall
as I engage in a deep 

very one sided conversation
with the indifferent chipped paint
about the fragility of life
and the tyranny of time.. 

Crickets chirp merrily

while I spill my tormented soul

which at least serves

as much need vent therapy

in an attempt to get

this anvil existence off my chest 

Of course the stationary structure
cares not a bit about my troubles
which mirrors the stone cold apathy
the rest of humanity feels for me
and my pathetic self pity philosophy