I feel so alone and no one understands.
Is it because they don't try or is it because they can't?
I sit on my back porch and the wind caresses my face.
I imagine the touch of God, comforting me, trying to keep me in place.
I hope daily for an angel of empathy.
Just brimming with understanding.
Fantasies of traded stories about the cruelties that life gives.
Heart beating in unison with hers or his.
Is it because they don't try or is it because they can't?
I sit on my back porch and the wind caresses my face.
I imagine the touch of God, comforting me, trying to keep me in place.
I hope daily for an angel of empathy.
Just brimming with understanding.
Fantasies of traded stories about the cruelties that life gives.
Heart beating in unison with hers or his.
Msrbl@Bst
Casual.dreamer
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