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Sometimes word reach out and touch, the mind races with the images, the sounds blend in the picture goes on its own tripping many levers spreading thoughts, leaving a feeling, great write, Walt
In a weird way i can relate to this poem i won't go into explaination though. This is a a well written poem with alot of emotion and alot of sense. Flows nicely and I see no mistakes keep up the good work
Sometimes the self torment is too much... the prisons we lock ourselves within. I read David's comment and agree wholeheartedly with him... and thought I'd add yet another take one could take.
I was GOING to mention how much I love this work, how much it flowed and rocked and rhymed... how great it was all put together... and... well, I just can't find a place to begin the praise at... and I certainly can't find an end!
There are so many different pictures written here, one could see this many different ways. A real prison? - A mental illness? - Drugs? - An illness?
A great poem to ponder and paint your own conclusions.
This is a very interesting piece. I see visions of a lioness inside a cave, secluded from the pack, giving birth to cubs. The pangs of labor, oh, how excruciating that must be! This piece if full of imagery and it is quite fluid. I like the words employed, such as tortuous and day of light. I wonder what program you were watching that inspired you to write this beautiful piece?
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