A therapist friend we have in our group
Whose smile is forced and their eyes forever droop
Beneath the surface, a storm rages on
But still, they try to be the healer, though their own battle is not won
They listen to our problems, with a faked empathy
Hiding the pain that consumes them endlessly
But little do we know, they are just like us
Broken and shattered, with no one to trust
Yet still, they stand tall and offer their aid
To all who come to them, with problems to be laid
For they are the tortured healers of our group
Whose strength and bravery, we all should emulate and coup.
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But as the years go by, the weight
becomes too much to bear
And in the end, they succumb to the darkness, without a care
For they are the therapists, the friends we hold dear
But in the end, death was their only solace, their only fear
So let us mourn them, for all that they've done
For being the light in the darkness, that shone for some
But in the end, it wasn't enough to save
The tormented healer, from an early grave.
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Compression, A List Of Poems.
Poetrywritten using other people's perspectives. I wanted to be in their shoes. So I'll compress my overflowing feelings and write them letter by letter.
