Goodbye to a Friend

Experamenting with a form I like, the Villanelle.

Where did you go, bitter Apathy?
Forgotten me for now?
Your comfort I'll soon forget.

It was not your fault, but mine,
Stumbling in a senseless mist.
Where did you go, bitter Apathy?

Hate and Fear, you filled my concious,
I miss your deadly verses;
Your comfort I'll soon forget.

Like lilies in the springtime,
My garden's filled with calm.
Where did you go, bitter Apathy?

The blade has lost it's fury;
These cuts will heal in time.
Your comfort I'll soon forget.

My skin is flushed with pigment,
My eyes with golden light.
Where did you go, bitter Apathy?
Your comfort I'll soon forget.