The out side cool, refreshing t'would seem
But is the illusion, is the dream, all a lie?
Again I feel I could die........
There's flames deep within but how to begin
To quell
A passion inside,
Mouth open wide
to conceed
Oh does the family again bleed?
But what of the care?
It's deep down in there
Where I'm free
Where I'm me
The flame is not bright
But offers a light
I can see..........
Where I AM free
Where I AM me
Can see deep inside.......
With the neck open wide
The walls are mere glass
And I've spilt on the grass,
All my life.
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Spoke too soon Gill
Again he has fallen, this time
3 months, at least, of rehab!
Written April 29th, 2005
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Aww, Terry, I'm so sorry this has happened
Don't ever give up hope, though.. as if I needed to tell you that.
Your poem expresses such grief, sadness, love ...and compassion, all within this very personal write.
My prayers are with you and your family, as are many others here at allpoetry.... lean on us, we all care.
I hope there's good news next time we hear from you
Lts of love and a huge *hug8
Dee
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lemme take your pain (i'll drink a double)
a war is never won or lost by one fight, but rather from a good hard look at the score cards after many many long battles won and lost by both sides. -
All I can offer are my prayers and Hugs...
Pat -
Oh no. I am so sorry to hear about your son. This poem is so painful, your grief over this is hearbreaking. The poem is well written, the imagery is incredible.
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