This poem is me. I am the one strangling in the clothes of others. I wish to run naked but it is not in my nature to ignore those who cry out.
The empath feels the pain
of others.
Lets it fill her wholly
with choking kinship.
Myrna mourns her passing husband.
The empath puts on her shoes.
Lila dreams of release from a
tortured existence.
The empath puts on her woolen pants.
Mary sits and cries for the hole
blown through her heart.
The empath puts on her flowered blouse.
Julia sits in an asylum talking to herself.
The empath puts on her floppy hat.
Dressed in the pain of others
The empath
strangles to death in the clothes of those she loves.
This is beautiful. The use of the articles of clothing to represent those around her was very effective. Gifts are sometimes more like curses. You've expressed this very well.
this is filled with pain and grief,sad it is,one is mourning her passing husband,the other,another dreams of release from torture,yet another cries for the hole in her heart,and another sits in an asylum talking to herself,such is life dear ,sadness looms all around ,but never care ,keep that smile on your lovely face ,keep them dreams flowing one after the other ,keep your soul clean and high ,come dance with me the dreamers dance ,come lets dance and smile so we feel high and light like flying high to sky and moon lets come ,lets feel happiness of our own lets dance all night long for lets not care for any ,anymore ,lets just dance ,dance our worries and troubles away ,dream , dream with me ,i will make you smile to the end of time
Nicely and cleanly done. Dressing for the part just became more like having no other choice. If we are available for love - we are available for pain. If we are not available... what's the point in breathing? Very, very good.
I can only hope that you have more writing this enjoyable to read,
I loved it, the entire vision, motion, wording, meaning, is charged depth.
Thanks for sharing such a great poem.
Empathy is a two edged sword I am afraid to feel anothers pain may assist you to assist them but you have to learn to pur up barriers in self protection The world is full of others in pain
I am 39ys old. Born on the first day of Autumn. I have been writing since a child to escape from an oppressive childhood. I begin with diary entries then short stories then poetry. I read like crazy. .. more..