When the full moon
Turns white
That's when I'll come home
I am going out to see what I can sow
And I don't know where I'll go
And I don't know what I'll see
But I'll try not
To bring it back home with me
Like the morning sun
Your eyes will follow me
As you watch me wander
Curse the powers that be
Because all I want is here
And now
But it's already been
And gone
Our intentions always last that bit
Too long
Far
Far away
No voices sounding
No one around me
And you're still there
Far
Far away
No choices passing
No time confounds me
And you're still there
In the full moon's light
I listen to the stream
And in between the silence
I hear you calling me
But I don't know where I am
And I don't trust who I've been
And If I come home
How will I ever leave?
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The Lamentations of an Empath
PoetryTo 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...
