Dying

I empathize, therefore,

Sacrifice much more 

than I desire.

Pleasure comes in

Waves of my lover's

Laughter- if sadness,

I cry despite...

The anger fired at my 

Mind, the f**k you's,

The not so kind

B***H heard over 

Over again...

Just forget it -says

 my heart, my friend.

Empaths never curse,

Meaning sending

Negative to equal beings...

So I must pray, meditate,

Sacrifice much more

Than I ever felt I could.

What binds us to love 

Is the feeling,

But what does one hold 

on to...

When the other is

Slowly dying?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The words told a sad story in the poetry.
"So I must pray, meditate,
Sacrifice much more
Than I ever felt I could.
What binds us to love "
The above lines are true and we will know often in a long life. Living or dying. We must lead with kindness and concern. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[PROJ3CT_RATTL3H3AD]

Great read, I rather enjoy your writings. And look forward to reading more.

[ANTO]

True empaths have it really hard and the speaker seems to exhibit the symptoms of such, love is a rainbow and/or an anchor dragging them down to the depths depending on the state of others and yet like a survivor of the Titanic they hang on to bits of their lover even though they can see their demise in the future with the ship. Not a nice way to go. Wonderfully penned.

[Lea Brost]

this is great!! check out my work if you want! :)