Indifference: a Harsh Critic

From the shallows I slept, face down a ditch

My mind went again to where the heart caves in.

Too many trials, this rocking worsens

I am a criminal of this birch bare skin.

In recollection: I reflect. What I deduce, I reject.

Formulating a new respect, 

By the ashes of what I have never missed.

Nothing's lost. Nothing's gained.

There's no end to everyday.

The highs and lows, no in-betweens

The crashing and burning, Icarus melting

No deeds in remembrance noted worth counting.

Into the tent, clapping and crowded.

We only love clowns, painted, not frowning.