Love is not true love without empathy.
Though many believe their feelings are real
when pity or kindness is all they feel -
true love must be more than mere sympathy.
How do I explain that although I care,
my caring is simple civility,
a guileless case of generosity.
To claim it as more is more than unfair,
far worse than unfair, it is selfishness,
for you argue to keep your gravy train,
a loss that cancels my own trifling pain -
how is it you wonder at my distress?
Deep grieving? It was ended long ago
when you chose to murder Joy, enthrone Sorrow.
YOU ARE READING
Dragonish
PoetryPART 1: Seven poems that explore love. The sated wind doodles mischievously no longer the ravening raptor loosed that scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee. Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon...
