Animi Motus Nullum
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Geddy Mukama, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2021
In no one you shall trust.
An overwhelming apathy, a certain agnosthesia has left a husk of a boy.
Retrospective pâro, it’s anger, the closest thing to an emotion.
Joy, despair and sadness only exist in immediate reactions.
I only feel sympathy for my own apathy.
A dull despair is what he leaves of me.
His men watch, they glare.
Invoke fear.
Shall I give in?
‘Tis your own doing
This emotional null
You cannot fulfill thyself
In no one you shall trust.
‘Tis no fictional tale, all but false
‘Tis no empty meaning, all I feel
‘Tis no plea for sympathy, all unnecessary
‘Tis a recount, all a manifestation of my own.