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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


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


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


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


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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