I Can Feel Your Pain
I Can Feel Your Pain poem stories
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And I don't know how to heal you.

I Can Feel Your Pain

by wethedreamers

I saw you withered, as fragile as feathers

And as stubborn as thick, frozen clay.

Shadows that hid you in their secret corners

Never told of the moves that you made.

But I can feel your pain that you keep to yourself.

And I wish I could make a heaven out of your own little hell.

You cried all night, but blamed the weather.

Took refuge in an old, wrinkled sweater.

Pulled over the covers after you turned off the light

To hide your demons while owning your pride.

But I could sense it; I can feel your pain.

How it burned in your bones as you dreamt of the train.

The train that you missed but still tried to catch.

And it puddles under you as you're soaked in regret.

All of the energy that you were too tired to use...

With it, I can feel your pain. I do, I do.

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tabnash24Silver CommaYou'll know me as you read ;)
a year agoReply
@wethedreamers you're welcome :)

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a year agoReply
@tabnash24 You're very sweet, thank you!

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a year agoReply
@bernardtwindwil I've never analyzed poetry in the aspects of sympathy / empathy. You're so astute; thank you so much!

tabnash24Silver CommaYou'll know me as you read ;)
a year agoReply
This sounds so comforting.

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
First thing first this was a gorgeous sympathetic poem. I call it sympathetic because you cried. Empathetic would have been, "Hey bro' , what a bummer, Call me if you need to talk." The wording was a compelling force of its own. Your half told stories sent our imaginations soaring. Second, when I used to see my pals angry or upset about something, I would say, "Brother, I feel your pain. I got your six. (While pounding my fist on my chest." Then I would laugh. You are of a more serious nature. I applaud that. Great poem.