Sensitivity has got me where I am
Not a place one would chose to be
Or go or stay but I’m here and not
Happy as you no doubt are aware.

Sensitivity comes with attachments,
Pain perception passion emotion, I
Am now more acutely conscious all  
Of all these exposed nerve endings.

On my own with this mind of mine
Is a torment a tragedy because I
Can’t give without love and now it
Seems as though I am like Tantalus.

One always hopes that hope will
Provide what one is secretly wishing
For, a dream a desire but that
Can been an elusive expectation.

I fear the common path may not be
Found and that is a frightening thought
Especially if briars are permitted to cast
Their thorny tenticles between our hedgerows.