Apathetic

I am currently in a bout of apathy. This post may well end up being one of the most reasonable post that I do. I have recently been relieved of my duty as a barman. This is not due to any fault of mine, apart from being the last person they hired (last in first out). It is due to the owners of the pub where I was working purchasing a new venue which had lots more staff that they had to take on than than they had been led to believe. For me this comes with some rather poor timing. It is now the Easter break for all the universities, so all those potential jobs in pubs that I had before going to work for the one that let me go have now pretty much disappeared.

It is this, in combination with the dearth of astute political leadership and situations at home, that has led to my current levels of apathy. That or a crash after a sugar rush, though I cannot establish when I had that if I did.

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Apparently I need the ire to actually write a post. So I shall leave here some poetry that I have written.

I've been without a woman for cold long years.
I've felt familiar passions turning red my ears.
I've had the Icy Claw grasping at my fears.
I've need for love is what I tell my peers.

Time the healer, I thought had closed these scars.
Time believer, my faith was drowned in bars.
Time the dealer, would spare me this impasse.
Time the carer, don't leave me in this farce.

You were a Lightning bolt, a sudden strike of form.
You were the sight of land, safety from this storm.
You were a flight of geese, flying somewhere warm.
You were the rainbow, new hope in me was born.

Now it's here I stand, breaking in this rain.
Now it's here I stop, shouting in this pain.
Now it's there I run, demons in this flame.
Now it's there I roar, "By the Gods not this again!"

I quite like it, even if it was myself being a bit soppy after being dumped. To tell the truth, these are actually the verses in the song. Below is the chorus.

I've been alone,
For far too long,
I thought I'd found:
Someone to care with me,
Someone to share with me.

But now you've gone,
Left me all alone,
Just a passing note:
Thanks for the memories,
Thanks but it's time to leave.

If I manage to record the song in a fashion that allows me to put it up here I may well do so...

Well, the apathy continues, and as I have no other whims at this moment I shall leave things there.