Poems

Poem #334

She almost becomes one with people.
She immerses herself in one’s body and
emerges carrying out their pain and sorrow.
The burden gets too hard to carry and
people just keep piling on. They are biting
the hand that fed them help.

Her bones break, her shoulders cannot carry the load.
When her body hits the ground there’s no one to pick her up.
The dust settles on a body that has a cold touch to it now.
It’s the death of an empath.

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15 replies on “Poem #334”

More power to empaths! Good one.

This is no way to treat a saviour!

Powerful write. Like the flow of words and the message conveyed.

this captures the true depth of the empath🌙🌌🌻💫

Accurate description of what sadly happens to many empaths.

So deeply felt and expressed❤

Each and Every word was felt😍
Just wow written
More powers to you girl🤗🤗
Stay safe, stay healthy and happy

So emotional and true! Great poem!

So sombre but beautifully written

A lovely and concise artistic expression of the emotional intensity of the empathic poetess, solitary in mood like a shooting star on a lonely mountaintop, whose beauty nonetheless shines on and on.