Suffer in silence
Empathy is a lost art
Compassion hard to stomach
Their eyes clouds over
When they hear the word I
They drift off with the word me
The response delayed
As they tune the violin
Inevitable really
Behind a beautiful façade
Painted on crystallization
The ritual of how have you been
Relentless intensity
Before their story can begin
Axiomatic apathetic curiosity
Unless it is lusciously dirty
Unique as to be worthy
In the game of one up man ship
Better to suffer in silence
Empathy an illusion
Compassion a tool
Everything said relayed
Accompanied by a violin
Dissimulated to a multitude
4 comments:
"Axiomatic apathetic curiosity" - I love this line.
Thank you for the comment Patent Attorney.
I can appreciate the sentiment you're describing here, sometimes sympathy and compassion can be grating, but really, it's never good to suffer in total silence! Interesting poem, really expertly written.
Thank you for the comment Holidaymaker....and insightful advice....
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