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.