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3d
It aches.
Echo, emptiness, and heavy essence,
that’s what I’ve felt.
Not past tense, actually.
I still do.

It hurts me physically,
and it grew.
It grew into something much bigger.

I can’t hear any thoughts
other than his.
I feel his pain.
His intentions.

Now I’m stuck
with a feeling that doesn’t even belong to me.
All he does is project it onto me.

Well… I can take it.
That’s the reason I got this power.
But not being able to really hear my own voice,
even when there’s quiet -
is something most of me
just can’t align with.
This is about absorbing someone elses pain because you care about them a bit too much, but it becomes stronger than your own.
Written by
Petra
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