The Empath

They say that there's a creature,

hidden far away, 

and in Its heart It does hold

the bad things we feel each day. 

No creature has known sorrow,

Or guilt, or pain, or rage,

The way this creature has known it for

an everlasting age. 

It weeps and wails all through the night,

It scratches, screams and howls,

It can feel the woes of all beings that Life 

caught in its quivering jowls. 

Its duty is to gather up 

all tragedies close to heart,

and horde those horrors in Its mind,

each a priceless piece of art.

It has no say in when it stops,

It can't ever look away;

Others' pain has always been Its

to feel, each and every day.

And they wonder why Its eyes are dull

Why Its smile is wan.

It's no surprise to me; I think

It does the best It can.

~T.Y.N.P.

Author's Note

First post. Constructive criticism is helpful, and I do realise it's some childish rhyming.

Reviews

[Nisreen]

This one is quite a creative write
We wonder where the world's pain and worry goes
What if it resides in a person
who cares enough to carry that energy

I enjoy the flow of your work
Reads so lightly on the heart