Empathetic Aims

Shallow is the grave

that bears a hollow soul.

Whom shall lay to rest

a heart that was unconsoled?

Duty demands decency;

that of the gentle kind.

We are but chaff and dirt,

salted with fickle minds.

Hands craft art from clay,

all from what’s perceived.

We construct vessels that

cut through raging seas.

We can erect skyscrapers

while poets speak of valleys.

Together we are all bound

consumed by looming tragedy.

Capable are we of the divine

but pain can consume minds.

Whether embattlements rage

can another’s eyes truly find?

Some call weak those who feign,

putting their iniquities in sight.

So we bury them deep within

while our facade’s take flight.

Search we can the meadows;

fields of green and perfect dreams.

Still we must be made to waken

so our minds can grasp empathy.

As we walk down the street

in a congregation of loud feet,

fail do our eyes just to see

pain dwells in people we meet.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Brilliant. Your work always has such beautiful meaning.. strikes the right chord

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I cant tell how much your words mean to me. Thank you so much.


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