You Can’t Handfeed Empathy
She walked to the end of the pier to
Look below at all that had transpired
Between t h . e m
It had been many years of this conversation
Walking towards a conclusion with hesitation
Looking at a response of implied invalidation
As she solemnly stared at the murky water
Considering calmly what she would slaughter
It felt as if she had cut off her hand and
Unknowingly robbed herself of grasp
Still, she performed her soliloquy
Disappointed by silence instead of finger snapping
Then she Bitcoined her grievances
And bribery failed at being attention grabbing
Finally she accepted it was her fate
As the cold, steel knife came swiftly stabbing
It was all in vain and full of pain
So finally at the midnight hour
With wet eyes and shaky thighs
She relented to her anger
Acknowledged the danger of
Slowly letting friend became stranger
Later people would ask
Why she walked the pier that day
She would answer softly
Polite thoughts were killing
Her joy became top billing
And she was no longer willing
To keep being the blarney stone
If she was left behind to survive
alone
