Empathy Post author:monami mukherjee Post published:October 31, 2016 Post category:random 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 A cross stick October 31, 2016 Impact of Slavery in Toni Morrison’s Beloved November 18, 2023 Tintern Abbey: Role of Nature in Wordsworth’s Poetry February 25, 2023 Leave a Reply Cancel 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.