Poems of the lost

overwhelmed

an invisible wall between us
something I wish was a façade
a boundary to never be broken
a line drawn in the dirt

It hurts so much to hold back
everything I feel
But it will hurt everyone else and me
if I share all that I conceal

now you might think this is romantic
but its just the woes of an empath

who mourns with the earth as a tree is cut down
who grieves the death of animals
who fears along with the hunted
and sighs with the desert grass at the pitter patter of rain

so where do I build the dam
to hold all of this back?

surely I can't feel all of it
I myself would evaporate

but I can't hold it back
I would certainly drown

help

please