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Away goes my Human Compassion--
Off into the distance
She rides into the burning sunset.
Waving, she bids me well wishes, and farewell.
Leaving, me with only this memory to
Remember her by.
And help me, try to feel something--
Anything, for those around me.
The emotions come and go
Through the droughts I cling to false teeth
And in the monsoons, I grab hold--
And try to not be swept away with it
I remember her, when I can bear it.
The way her hair flew in every direction
In the wind, as she rode away
Farther and farther, away from me.
I stay rooted in logic.
When times got rough I used to shut her--
My lovely human compassion-- out.
And I lived purely on Wit, thinking she would always be there.
But one day I found--
She had, had enough.
I live to mock her, day after day.
But sometimes, I wonder--
Will she ever return?
And if she did--
Would there even be a place for her to sit?
Amongst my hoardings of books.
And things, piled upon things blocking all out.
What would she think of me as?
A mad scientist?
Who's experiments within herself,
Leave her scarred, and crudely put together?
And bound in leather?
Stitched painstakingly together by hand--
Is this-- how I come to now exist?
Who would love that.
Do I even know such a thing as love?
Or has it on its own, packed itself
Neatly amongst your belongings.
And away it rides.
On the endless road,
Looking for a new place--
A warm place, full of laughter, to lay its head.
But all I really wish to remember you by,
Is your softness--
And the gentleness in you tone
That if but, only spoke to me again--
Would open the flood gates
And frantically I would rip ever book
Apart and burn it.
Leaving me,crude, malnourished and coated in ash.
Ready to fall to your feet
And beg you, to come home.