The King Of Compassion?
By GhostWriter
I do not know you, but I read of your pain. In your worst hour, I pray that you will sustain. Words spoken by the heart, written by the hand. Plea to any reader, needing just one, to understand. Hoping if they comprehend, they will enlighten you. Lines of desperation, never knowing what to do. I read your words, but do not know your face. I recognize the sorrow, am taken to a place. One locked away, hidden for a long time. Agony possesses you; once it was mine. Wanting to heal your pain, help in your sorrow. Helps me through mine, gives hope for tomorrow. I do not know you, but I have seen your heart. When you hurt the most; the flows of tears start. Your words, so organized, even as you lose control. Flow so smoothly, through my heart, touch my soul. Destroying the macho, that seems to be the fashion. Humbled; Have I become the King of Compassion?Does not every Queen (Emotion) need a King? Does not every King (Compassion) seek a Queen? Inspired by one, the Queen, but dedicated to all at AllPoetry who have hurt and found solace amongst their compassionate friends here. Thank you...Ken Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 21 2002 09:38 PM PST 0 • 12
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"I do not know you, but I read of your pain...."