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
Thank you! Greatly appreciated 🙂
love, love, love this!
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Beautiful and sad… empathy: this is what makes us truly human…
Thanks for following my posts. And yes it’s true, empathy does make us human.
That is beautiful …
Thanks you so much!
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
Thanks!
Simple, which is just right for such a story.
Thank you!