I think
After watching my life closely
That I have an ache
It's one of those pains that is deeper
Than my bones
It settles in the soul
Choking me
Tightening my chest
When night blankets the sky
I am taken to Nod
It is always the same faces
Same names
Same laughs
Same acceptance
And love
And kindness
Then I wake up
Sometimes I open my eyes to black
Sometimes the sunlight
Kisses me good morning
But it doesn't matter
I continue to mourn those people
Beautiful wonderful people
As though I am at their funeral
In those waking moments
Their faces fade
I cannot remember the sound
Of their joyous laughter
Or the warmth that I felt with them
I am dead inside all over again
Books provide a distraction
I told myself
But it was just a lie
I search the sea of pages
For my Sweet Tea
And fell in love with a better reality
With better individuals
With the ones I constantly yearned for
And then I would mourn again
Because I would never meet
These souls
In materiality
Making me wonder
If there is a hole in my chest
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The Lamentations of an Empath
PoesíaTo be an empath is to constantly question your hope for humanity. You learn how to love, to hate, to want, to fear. You learn of the pain behind behind every smile. It is the most heartbreaking and insightful tool to ever exist. Some say it is a cur...
