empathy
I think of all these people, who will land in the emergency room
That night,
I think of all those who think of suicide as we open
A door,
I think of very old dogs walking around knowing
that they will die,
I think of the poets who are alone and doubt their poetry,
I think of people who have friends only on a screen
of television,
I think of all those who depend on health care,
To the old men lying on their beds in the Saint Thomas residence,
I think of all those who will learn a death in the day,
To the artists who want to flee their country,
To the orphans who seek parents who no longer exist,
I think of all the lovers abandoned, who live only with a ghost,
To the young people who seek violence so as not to doubt,
I understand their despair, and say to them:
“ Feel free to share your misfortune”
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