Death of an Empath

Death of an empath

Hanna reaches out
To the hurt, sick and alone
She takes their pain and hurt
Makes it all her own.

She suffers day by day
In our rotten world
She takes our toxic poison
And wraps it up in love

And for every ill that she enfolds
Her life is cut short by degrees
Her mind is calm and content
Her body wracked by our disease

She is a special child
A bright and perfect soul
A healer and a seer
And an oracle of old.

Hanna died last night
In a dirty hospice, on welfare
The world is lesser without her
But no one seems to care.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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