| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/13/05 at 07:43 PM oh man... if you could only know how close to home this poem hits... excellent analogy... great piece... blessings... |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 12/17/05 at 05:46 PM I love this metaphor. Ponder how true love also needs to be injected daily to remain potent and ward off the lows. |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 05/01/08 at 01:04 AM a placebo atleast? maybe? how many band-aids do we/you need to cover the hole? was there ever a wound?
why do you think i disapear?
is that why you lose interest in me/us?
do have a vise beyond my comprehension?
do you think im incapable of understanding?
im no judge, but i try to asess the direction and plight of my will. and when i fail... everything around me fails/falls into the hole.
i never expected any band-aids i have plenty of platelets for scabbing.
where we ever direct? are metaphors and anologies lies?
nevermind.... i didnt mean to disturb you:) |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 05/01/08 at 01:05 AM yes i did |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/19/09 at 01:37 PM I can relate to this. Love is better than any drug on the market- in fact, for some people, love IS a drug. Great, well written piece! |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 11/09/11 at 04:00 PM Yes, and I'm dope sick. |
