Feelings Caught

Feelings caught become the trap waiting for unwary saps wishing something to address the crush of sad loneliness that need to put aside the shield armor worn against the storms rain combined with thunderbolts puts up a shelter to console these echoes matter little now when the gulf between the souls eternal silence becoming all matters more than paling scars still the snares may intrude set with bait hung with hearts this matters not when the void is safety’s realm that none rejoice.