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Compassion Suffers, By Cheryl Bohlender

Compassion suffers the intrusion of someone elses pain which never seems to be nearly as interesting or as blameless as your own But cheap entertainment nonetheless Compassion suffers the practised smiles of fluorescent-tanned faces Passionless as jello Dead as desire when love leaves the room Compassion suffers the cruel quickness of winterkill that dropsheets a sullen white shroud over a face too young to be gone Compassion suffers  the silence of angels and the sky overflows  with a billion little deaths as prayers go unanswered by gods or men who've long forgotten the taste of tears when mornings come too late                             C. Bohlender

Copyright © July 2016 Joe Gustin

Additional Notes:
This is a poem by a good friend of mine. I think its a incredible piece of poetry. Please let her know what you think. :)

This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2016-07-15 17:10:27
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Cheryl, Finding an aura is always difficult when the image creator is unknown. That is how this piece affects me. I want to find the artist in the work, but I have no history explaining the muse. Start here, (else’s) (practiced). This piece drops me square into the world of the empathic, the nurturing, and the remains. It drops me square into the loss of my grandson, and into loss in general. Mostly it drops me square into the feelings of the author, where none other may join, except by the reading of the piece. “Cheap entertainment” and “Dead as desire” are frames for the image that is painted. When finally we reach the “face too young to be gone” we are already a part of the faction. It cannot be helped. In the final stanza, the globalization of a private suffering, we are left with the questions none have the answer to. There are those who propose answers, but none suffice. We are left with “mornings come too late”, and that is not taken separately. Poignant piece.

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