my sympathies aren’t born of grace
like in the way of the benevolent heiress who,
ever-so-delicately, extends cupped hands
to feed the twittering songbirds
perched on her windowsill
it comes from a far more wretched place,
emerging so unsightly, it almost contradicts
the inherent virtue of the word
because it isn’t fueled by love or fortune,
but by every instance unaccounted for
in which i should’ve felt the same pity
for myself
my sympathy is abundant and involuntary
as though in response to constant overflow
and extends much further than hungry birds
or grieving friends
it reaches all the way out to lone, discarded cans
that didn’t quite make it to the trash bin,
and to the virtual strangers that walk past,
their defeats and quandaries overheard,
and to every unfortunate soul between,
under the sole condition that
they don’t share a brain with me
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Author:
maria112 (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Great writing . Engaging . Nicely expressed
This was written graciously! Kudos to you. This was very enticing and interesting. Sympathy is a strange emotion and for some it's completely dormant. But it's intriguing to see how the emotion is manifested in different people. Nice poem!🌟👍
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