EmpathyA Poem by evanescere
I always had a way with people,
I understood them, I could always perceive their emotions, I felt competent, Empathy is what they called it, They say it is a good thing, For i felt the same, Until i realised how sombre everyone was within, And it all collapsed upon me, For i myself drifted into the same abyss, The abyss of dejection and sorrow, For now i know that Empathy is a journey, And in this enervated world it only leads to a ravine, A ravine where our sorrows flow endlessly. © 2019 evanescereAuthor's Note
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