Imbecilic

Dear friends are in sadness,
clouded by fear, discontentment,
dreading the past,
hard to move forward,
even when it all seems good and well
deep down inside, it is often not so.

Sometimes, dear friends seem close by the side
not always will open up their heart for counsel,
instead seek advice from others,
eventhough one has offered the shoulders,
the ears, and welcome with open arms.

Dear friends in the moment of distress,
despair with unsettling feelings,
seems distance, quiet without calls,
no invites for dinner,
no engaging activities,
least none that suggest sadness.

Ignorance is not just bliss
it has a quiet unknown beauty that seeks to be adore
it is to be appreciated in moments of turmoil
especially when it come rolling up to the shores of peace .....

I am an IMBECILE and this is my confession,
there is a strong display of apathy,
but there is actually empathy,
also there is sympathy, but rarely is needed, least in condolence
at this moment, am retard to the existing knowledge,
yet very well aware of everything that surrounds,
just that, chaos has a very comforting insanity.