Empathy

A piece on the travails of a somewhat narcissistic personality who eventually finds a degree of satisfaction in altruism

EMPATHY
‘I just need someone to talk to’ he said
I could have been listening but I had weightier problems….
…or so I thought.
These days when I lie still, I feel old but it’s not arthritis,
It’s the waves of depression that flow over me further exacerbated by insomnia’s will.
I lie still with the weight of the world on my torso so I can’t move…it’s impossible to.

Dragging myself out of bed is routine but isn’t any less difficult…everything’s fuzzy.
Relief comes in form of my friends though on other days he wears the fabric of movies
but of course, ‘music’ has always been here…he always seems to know what to say.
Sometimes I marvel at how wrong I was when I equated paying personal rent to freedom,
…it seems like the more we’re free the more we’re trapped.

It’s when men are at their lowest that they break,
…. that’s why women are ‘stronger’ -they don’t have to crawl back from the brink…
The brink was exactly where we had to start the journey from that night and it was a long trudge.
Its not like in the movies where they yell ‘leave no man behinnnd’…. I only have two hands,
I know first aid though so I’ll do what I can.

So these days I’ll sleep tired as usual but grateful for what I have.
I’ll say ‘God no go shame us’ and actually mean it.
Now every day I’ll carry the weight of two worlds on my shoulders but it’ll be easier
because now I realise that to be truly happy, we have to be happy together.

Author's Note

I'm a novice so I'll appreciate an exposition if possible on what kind of writing this is if possible and explicit pointers to my errors if the reviewer would be so kind.