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 Rebel Angels in Paradise Lost : Milton’s Myth Making in Book 1 December 14, 2020 Anglo-Saxon Heroic Poetry and Elegies July 9, 2021 Tennyson’s Ulysses as a Dramatic Monologue February 28, 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.