Too Trite To Feed One's Appetite Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Unfortunately there can not be,
A transfer of insight.
Nor a capability to deliver another,
From emotional pain or heartbreak felt.

But are observations witnessed that different,
That two people will interpret the same thing seen...
As if neither had been there on the scene at all.
Is this called selective eyeballing?

I've been in the presence of someone,
Who tried to convince others who were present...
As to what took place.
With a look on the face that defied dishonesty.

However...
To announce an understanding and defend it with empathy,
Is believable as a performance and delivered from a stage.
But too trite to feed one's appetite who knows a real touch.