Feelings do not comprehend,
they simper for the last.
An empathy in a sympathy,
Illusive despite the cast.
Capricious but with such conceit,
Their cloak is a compromise.
You don't have to disregard fidelity
To disclose those dismal replies.
My spirit never seems to be congenial to the way.
Only in the ebony do I see this epiphany.
I was dreaming how to ream my youth.
I was scrupulous today.
But sitting alone in the fright,
comforted only by fear.
It's okay, fitfully—but I won't bite...
"A wound to wipe a tear."
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It is this core idea of degrees in emotions that gains the fave. Your poem requires several readings to gain full appreciation for it. Very nicely written its composition is very tight and one must read it slowly to comprehend its full meaning
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