Empathogen

by Drew Gold   Nov 14, 2005


I sometimes find myself
struggling to find the difference
between the dying and the dead.
wondering:
should i extend myself
through the distance
and lend a compassionate
hand, whether it's
well-received
or even recieved
at all?

it's hard to know
whether you're playing with fire
or sifting through ash
when your appendage
of emotion
has already been charred and
scarred
past the point of healing,
and for that matter,
barred from any sense
of feeling
at all.

it's taken quite a while
but
lately i've been pondering,
silently wandering
the line between
the dying and
the dead.
i dont think i'll cross
just yet.
it's taken too many miles
just to become
so close and acquainted
with this
feeling of living-
stripped of any sense of
empathic commitment
at all.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Avrii Monrielle

    Sad, and i wonder that too.....

  • 18 years ago

    by EoB

    Very good poem, the structure works perfectly , and the content sure makes me think. There is a strange flow to it, despite the lack of rhyme and the structure...

    good job man

  • 18 years ago

    by Ariana

    I liked this, even though I have no idea what the title means! You've got a really original topic and unique ideas in here, makes for interesting reading on a different persepective. Nice write :)

  • 18 years ago

    by Vegetable

    I love how your voice is clearly expressed in your poems. brilliant. Its such an original topic- very refreshing.

  • 18 years ago

    by xX-jess-Xx

    Wow......again, amazing! you really are a great writer! jesx