Dearth ahead.
Me, seeing it, seeing you there,
My head above the undergrowth.
Just able to hear
Just can see ahead
To feel something I see
But not as you feel
I am deep in the undergrowth
I don’t grow anymore
I stopped growing in the undergrowth.
My head just above the undergrowth,
The rest of me below,
Waiting to come through the undergrowth.
I feel something
But not as you feel.
I want to feel more than I do,
But I am stuck in the undergrowth.
Without seeing you,
I would not feel anything at all.
You are hanging there,
I am sinking.
I see I can feel you.
Without seeing you,
I could not feel you.
My eyes sense your pain
My mind is above the undergrowth
My heart and soul in my head,
You keep on hanging there,
A reflection of my grief.
Note:
Experiencing grief for the sufferer is not the actual inner reality of the sufferer. He only sees in the sufferer a reflection of his grief.