Triangle of Meadows

It’s utterly exhausting With feelings, so intense My peace is what it’s costing And that’s a tall expense My mind is lined with echoes Relentlessly recurring A triangle of shallow meadows Repeatedly deterring I dwell among the untamed weeds Listening for whispers Of those who need for me to grieve A damaged, loving, drifter I absorb their sorrow, as though my own The pain accumulates Their fears and mine, frame me a home A darkly sad estate Drug, addiction, gift or illness Part of my DNA It doesn’t provide my self fulfillment Though, it occurs to me, some think