Empathy Post author:monami mukherjee Post published:October 31, 2016 Post category:All / Uncategorized Post comments:0 Comments My shadow lurks behind meOn a crooked plain I tread Nailed prophet oozes bloodAccursed wounds refuse to heal My heart morphed into plastic toyIncessantly beats the shit out ofEvery vessel that leads to its chamber. You Might Also Like Dover Beach as a Victorian Poem September 28, 2017 Bitter Moon: Some Comments October 31, 2016 Miranda: Shakespeare’s Portrayal of Pure Innocence in the Tempest November 14, 2017 Leave a ReplyCommentEnter your name or username to comment Enter your email address to comment Enter your website URL (optional) Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.