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Naive Misery

on December 9, 2011

This poem I wrote as a reflection of something I’ve experienced a few times. I remember attending funerals for people I had never met before, but feeling so much sorrow because everyone around me was mourning. Empathy is both a gift, and a curse.

Naive Misery:

Sitting on those cold auburn benches

Staring

I watch you, unwilling to believe there is no breath there

Stillness

And I cry with my tears rolling rivers onto my trembling fingers

Regret

But these tears do not fall from loss, rather, at never knowing you

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10 responses to “Naive Misery

  1. mjray926 says:

    Thank you! Greatly appreciated 🙂

  2. mkenobi says:

    Hi, I’m following your posts.

    Beautiful and sad… empathy: this is what makes us truly human…

  3. something I would ponder if my mother passes before me, more so that she does not know me……….simple yet emotion evoking poem…well done

  4. lorrelee1970 says:

    Simple, which is just right for such a story.

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