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I'm weary; I seek a resting place.
I'm lonely; I need
companionship.
My heart is sore; I require understanding.
My memories plague me; I must find peace.
But I don't
know how to ask for these things.
Have I come to the
right place?
Will my long journey finally end here?
Have I found what I've sought for so long,
Or is this
another lovely, empty promise?
A theater with enticing,
vacuous dialogue:
"I'm not an empathic person, but I play
one here."
I cannot bear more disappointment;
Can't
you feel my anguish?
One more hollow phrase will pierce
me like a lance �
I will drown in this swirl of
counterfeit caring
Like a helpless babe caught in a
raging whirlpool.
Damn you; stop talking and listen!
Sense what I leave unexpressed.
You claim to have walked
this path before me;
Can't you see through the bravado in
my words?
Where is your insight and compassion?
I
throb with sub-vocal cries for help;
I pulse with the
need to reach out for support.
My eyes beseech even as I
turn away...
But you do not discern my wordless plea...
You neither see nor hear the inner me.
I must move on |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2006
Listed
February 4, 2011 |
Dedicated to the
Veterans Administration |
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