The Poet

I sit in a corner
facing the world

I feel their pain
I am their joy

I hear their tears
as they drop to
the ground

I taste the salt
of their sadness

It permeates
my veins of life

Their laughter strikes
my ear drums with
a piercing happiness

and I
Catch their disease
but still I only
manage a smile

Their sadness is
my sadness

Their joy is
my joy

and
Their pain is
my pain

As I sit in my
corner that
faces the world