| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/30/09 at 04:33 PM ...chris, i bow to the North to cover my Canadian friend...what an ingenious way to trip care right out of one's soul with kid gloves...your words ease the [real] pain of such phenomae...kudos for a hurtful job--well done, i doff me tam. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/30/09 at 07:37 PM It's pretty rare when I don't have much to say, but you've got me at that right now. I'll just say this is really good and leave it at that. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/31/09 at 12:42 AM s e l a h |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 05/31/09 at 11:27 AM A poem like this leaves me at a loss of words, for no words can convey this atrocity other than draw attention to this sick side of society and reminding us that many are existing in living nightmares greiving for those already dead.But the worst is not knowing. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/31/09 at 01:09 PM At least some make it the milk carton. This happens so often in other areas of the world where they don't even have milk to drink, or a pencil to write the beauty you have posted here. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/31/09 at 09:56 PM your words wrapped around my heart and squeezed in....that's how it feels to read this sad, honest truth you convey so eloquently...for those who have no voice of their own....there are no real words for commenting here...just a reaction....from the heart....thank you for writing this and sharing it. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/02/09 at 12:57 AM You have poetically emphasized a very serious symptom of the sickness (sin generated I might add) of this old world. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/02/09 at 07:45 AM Name any person that thinks they know suffering,
and I will cite the tales of innocent children, whose unrequited pain is so incomprehensible that not one of us would ever choose or have the courage to choose to hold the essence or quality of that suffering, not for an instant. Bless the lost, and curse the suffering dark. Excellent write, Chris.
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/02/09 at 02:57 PM "collective symptom
of a sick world
no antibiotic can cure" - such true words. This is a sad, serious piece, a good reminder to not be complacent.
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| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 06/05/09 at 10:22 AM From the title to the Author's Notes I both enyoyed and felt shame for those who take this ride of death and depravity which sours the existance of man! |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 06/06/09 at 06:59 AM quietly in awe...well said, my friend...well said |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 06/09/09 at 02:40 AM so sad... I feel for the parents and loved ones who have and are going through such tragedies... of not knowing... alisa |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 08/01/14 at 10:57 PM Intriguing and a great read! Perfect rhythm for the genre |
| Posted by Patricia J Reed on 10/10/22 at 04:28 AM This gave me goosebumps. It's a parents worst nightmare. This is really well written. |
