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Fear For What Could Become Real
I just spent a few moments, in a young mans site.
It pained my heart to read such words of bitterness and fright!
I found myself wondering what society has become
To instill such feelings of hatred
In one that is so young.
I usually hope words written here
Come straight from the heart.
But tonight ~ upon the reading of his words
I pray they are a farce!
If he truly feels the way
He puts his words upon the page
We better pray someone reaches him
Before too many days!
He writes what nightmares are made of
And he walks with me and you
I pray someone will save him
Before his visions do come true!
It's a scary world outthere.
We all need to hope for the best for all of us.
This certainly did seem to be outside your usual style, after reading some other work you've posted. But the title caught my eye, and the poem was pretty well written in itself concerning the context you chose to write it. This reminded me that I'm due to post some 'dark poetry' sometime soon. I'm reading over your site in response to a critique and comment you left a long while back. I don't get around to this site much anymore. -Justin-
Lesa:
Yeah, I know what you mean. There are so many poets here who write of nothing but wrist-slitting and suicide, it gets pretty dreary. It's hard to be original at stuff like that.
But then I started writing Dark poetry ... no wrist-slitting, mind you ... and it opened up a whole new area of imagination. It's just like other genres, some is real good and some is real real bad. Few, if any, 'dark' poets mean what they say ... it's usually just a phase, coming to grips with one's own mortality. They usually grow out of it.
Ken
p.s ... come visit the "Baneful Ennui" message board (you'll find the link to the PostPoems message board at the bottom of every page). I'm one of the moderators there, you might find some stuff you like. You could even post something yourself!!!
Ken
My Secret River
lesa, I too have come across some pretty chilling words within these halls... lets just hope and pray that having a place like post poems to write these feelings is enough for some of these poor tortured souls. much of my early writing was in fact pretty dark, (Mostly dealing with the nightmares of my alcoholism) but I found that the more I used writing as an outlet, the more my sanity returned and I began to see more of the beauty around me... for I am now most at peace with the world around me and myself... When I am writing!
peace and love ~~~~ Dougie ~~
This is truly sad but I fear not as rare as one might think. The success of a child is every adult's responsibility.