Wishes can please me
But worm's tears tell another dream
It makes me laugh for positive power
And I promise Time he can trust
The iridescent phantoms
For he cannot touch them
Because they do not ferment
Like ripe plums
Roaming the castle grounds
I offer them tea
And cake
But most stand staring
Faceless
Like glass figures
And refuse to speak with tongues
Sometimes I see their thoughts
Floating like bubbles across the yard
Always thinking things like
Faraway planets
Covered with soft falling snow
Or rainbow galaxies
With glittering waterfalls
Their thoughts make me sleepy
Making my skin prickle with
The notion of nestling in the earth
While the skylarks cry
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The Lamentations of an Empath
PoesiaTo 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...
