Compassion

I hate that word

It rings in my ears

Louder than any bell

Its often people’s biggest tell

You might be kind

But most likely blind

To the meaning of passion

It’s something everlastin’

Its a fire that evaporates the rain

A tire fixed tightly with the frame

It can’t be stopped or moved

Even topped nor misused

Let me be honest

I really am sorry

I’m sorry my smile wasn’t so warm today

I usually mourn this way

I lost a friend yesterday

And you think you hate needles

But I turn

My straight face

Into a resentful mirror

A tire gone loose

A fire gone out

The smoke clears

Yet none of us look in shame