Careful Feelings.

They told him that he felt too deeply.

He stood on a mantle and pored into a caustic recess,

searching for one bold stroke that would justify his meanderings.

Sorrow, an impasse, was not the word in his vocabulary,

for he had forgotten that he could feel, let alone

give a name to his purgatory.

Watching the scene unfold, he stood in the cave,

await in a catch, forlorn and dark,

musty in recklessness,perhaps a wait for a save?

Alone and plain, dawdling in the told known,

he steps outside his horde of brawling demons,

to the scared and tentative unknown.

Like gold, that glittered, 

and flustered and shimmered,

he simpered and quivered

...his fate forseen,
his luck untold...

They told him that he felt too deeply.

He believes them now, can you hear?

It is his song and note, a momentary dirge.

They had told him he felt too deeply.

But, alas.. I wish someone had told him,

that everyone felt too deeply, but it was not so for him!

What his dirge should have been, a fate foretold,was
only that he had cared too muchly.