Empath

Distant sounds of dissident cord
are ringing in my ears,
the thoughts outside my humble mind,
filled with love and tears.

I sense the lies of lovers lost,
of dreamt but never kept.
I feel their pain, their loss, their ache
and in my kitchen wept.

These sounds, these anchors weigh me down,
their load enough to bear,
when I in my own company,
seek not my thoughts to share.

How painful it must be for them,
who know not what I do.
With me and mine an accident
just waiting to ensue.

How sorry must I be until,
this violent curse is lifted?
A trying time I’ve had till now,
since when this bane was gifted.

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