wolven7 | Nobody Moves, Nobody Gets Hurt

When he allowed himself to feel
as though there were something more to himself,
he began to wonder, earnestly,
if there might not be something missing.
Wasn't there some vital Thing, that connected people,
that helped them to understand each other?
And where was that, in him?
The drive to understand, and be understood,
was there, without a doubt, but, he asked,
Where am i to find the key that makes it possible?

Why is it so that people, in their rush
to remain comfortable, will ignore a friend?
Or perhaps the ignoring is ignorance.
Maybe the truly don't see, know, or feel, the pain.
And maybe they need that, to keep them sane.
And maybe that pain is unknowable, to them.
They stare at it, across a wide gulf,
not knowing what would happen, if they
were to move any closer.
How deadly the fall, and how jagged the rocks...

But, when we are lacking a feeling for a feeling,
when the way we access those around us
has been poisoned,
and lost,
then we will see what so many realise.
After we acknowledge a presence with Loathing,
rather than Love,
we'll know what we all must know, at some point, or another:
Sometimes, Empathy Sucks.

Scream, cry, moan, and rant.
Beat your fist bloody, against a wall.
Cry, more.
The child-like helplessness is fitting.
What do they expect you to do,
when you're boxed in on all sides
and each wall
is something you love?
(c)Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved