Sunday, November 28, 2004

The Reluctant Empath

hopelessness, pain, despair,

abound; thick in the midnight air.

forgotten, rebuked, denied,

you’re keeping it all inside.

let it out, you can't take the pain,

be free, release it, release again.

distraught, overwrought, all for naught.

what goes through your mindless mind

when you send me this painful find?

what am I to do?

I cannot help you.

I don’t know who you are.

keep your feelings to yourself,

put them in a jar

or up on a shelf.

I can’t help it

if I can feel you.

but honestly,

right now, I can't.

I'm sorry,

I just don't know who's hurting.

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