Apathy Festers On an Untreated Wound. A Self-fulfilling prophecy Gnaws at your Soul. A Delicate Ivy Determined until the End. The Irony of it all A Sleeve Shaped hole-in-your-heart. A beam of Sunlight Shatters the darkness, Igniting conversation. Shards of despair Remain as collector's items, Reflections of pre-conceptions. A minute becomes a moment, And Empathy, blossoms.