Empath – the Maid and the Fallen One

He is. . .
That’s all you can really say

He is
the center of a Universe of pain

He is
and he doesn’t wish to be

She is touching his head
Her hands rest on his temples

And. . .
She is . . .

What in Hell is she doing?

She weeps quietly
He thin body wracked with sobs
She been throwing up and her hair is chaos

And. . .
Somehow she is absorbing his pain
Not so much quenching his sorrows
as pulling them into herself

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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