Poem: Empathy

I’m not a bad person, I do feel what you feel. It’s just unusual to unreel, The emotions that I feel. I want to show you I care, But all I do is stare. Wondering why your speaking bare, Tears everywhere. I don’t understand touch, Why it’s necessary, Are words not enough. For me to ask how you are, Is a blank question. Cause you’ll respond, With human convention. Tell me what you want, I’m no good with lies. It’s more puzzling for me, Than games of spies. I magnify what your trying to tell, But I’m in so deep, I fall under a spell. I can’t turn away, My mind in another realm, Trying to make sense of your show and tell.

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“We grow to give new meaning to old words” - Jessica (podcast speaker) New poems encapsulated modern day struggles but no struggle hasn’t been heard of before. Poems are time capsules that were never dated. They were buried in the past but remain intact in the present.