empathy

Heaviness compiles there

then north into the larynx of a moment,

stifling the instinct of reaction

until poof the mood is set,

harps perish under the drip drop tears

collecting in the softness of her voice.

I wonder if voyeurs are gathering now,

but I cannot remove the door remaining closed

or bare the vision of another gray and dry pursed tsk-tsk

from eyes withering away.

No one understands (how cliché is self pity run riot)

Only the souring whimper of her sobs

crossing her now drooping and moistening 

draw my heart to ache,

the way my heart has never ached 

while the drip drop of pearly tears

fall gently and crash in thuds 

against my empathy. 

They feather flight a way down

against the sailing crosswinds 

of my compassion futile. In this chorus,

my verse has become displaced,

no melody to be found any longer,

the meter is now all wrong.

So I here alone and there she alone

sit in cities adrift in inconsolable throws

while searching for a countermelody

reasonably resounding in the earpiece 

of a nearly adequate simile.

This pitiful mark left not approached.

These irresistible hearts gripping nothing yet.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"pearly tears
fall gently and crash in thuds
against my empathy.

They feather flight a way down
against the sailing crosswinds
of my compassion futile."

This poem is resoundingly powerful in its descriptiveness of empathy. I really enjoyed the read...Splendid pen upon this...:)...