empathy, emotion, feeling, people, awareness


I can feel it in the air

I can feel it everywhere

Like needles to the spine

A pain inside; not mine

In the anger of that face

In the cry from other place

Forlorn of some

The loss of other

From child and son

From father and mother

Strangers afar

Those unknown

Still ajar

A feeling sown

By empath means

Upon my seams

Absorb then cleanse

To make amends

The empath’s role

Engrained in soul

Yet no one sees

The works of these

And still not bother

The bonds of other

-Dan Thomas


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