an Absurdity

It’s funny how the ones who ask me where my 

Passion went are the
Ones who stole it from me.

So deceptive it seems this question. 

Only afterwards, do I realize its' Absurdity.

It’s as if they stuff your heart with rocks, 

then wonder what they did.

I subtly give them hints, but they
shrug their shoulders unknowingly.

What am I to do at Dawn when
Midnight’s stars are tormenting.

I caught some rays at Sunrise, 

But those around me are still sleeping.