The Pulse of Pain


Silent words whispered
from knowing eyes, the
unspoken gift of a shared
language communicated
by empathic thoughts.
(If I could, I would heal you,
your pain is mine.)
There are no expressions
to encompass what lies
behind those orbs of sapphire.
Just music that drops
through my mind.
The soundtrack of a locked gaze
overpowering the cacophony
of the heartbeat fuelled machines.

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