Standing alone
By AJ O’Brien.
God made me
but I am broken,
no time for reality
for death has spoken.
I climb the walls of insanity
my mind is burning black,
will someone let me in
for I cannot turn back.
I hear the voice of reason
a thousand miles away,
it whispers words of peace
on this, my darkest day.
So clearly conveyed and eloquent as well.
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Thank you very much.
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Intriguing.
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Thank you kindly, Sir.
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Truly amazing writing. An honest and painful look at the point of no return.
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Thank you very much.
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Amazing words ❤️
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Thank you so much.
You’re very kind. 😊
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We sometimes scream for that voice. Nice one.
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Thank you very much.
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And so the words of peace reach you…
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Too late, unfortunately.
Thank you so much for your comments.
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Very moving. Loved the last stanza.
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Thank you. Much appreciated.
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hey, howdy from Texas, see your catching up on your reading, God bless my friend. hope all is well.
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Thank you.
All is good here in sunny London.
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Ah yes, that darkest day… Nicely written.
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Thank you very much.
I enjoy reading your work.
You’re a very good writer.
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So, I recently discover you, and this is the first piece I read. Bravo for dark done deliciously well.
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You’re very kind. Thank you.
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I like the straight forward honesty in this piece. And it’s okay to write dark, as long as you remember the darkest night is always just before dawn. I also don’t believe there are many of us who haven’t felt broken at some point. I did for years, especially about the workings of my own mind. I was only four when I slipped on the driveway behind my father’s reversing car. A piece of my skull was shattered, and my parents were told that I had only a 50% chance of recovery and that recovery would more than likely result in some form of brain damage. I did recover with a scar that arcs across the left side of my skull and a steel pin to plug the hole in my head. The doctors were elated by my “complete” recovery. But I wondered and worried about it for over half of my existence. My family was also reluctant to believe it and their doubts only fueled my own. Now I am in my 70’s, and often forget the major reasons for my own self-doubt. I started writing to see if I could actually find out if my mind really works. And due to some very fortuitous happenings, it became a rich profession I would never have dared to dream. So continue to write dark, but always remember that it is only the light that defines the darkness. It is only the light that gives it its dimensions.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/05/12/about-those-boulders/
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Thank you so much for your comments and
sharing your past. I have taken onboard what you
said regarding light and dark. And you are so right.
Once again, many thanks.
Alan.
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I really enjoy your poetry. I think I’ve read it all.
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Thank you so much.
And I always enjoy visiting your site. 😎
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I found this heartbreaking, Alan. You are a master.
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I am humbled by your kind words Anna.
Thank you very much.
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Sad and moving. Well done.
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Much appreciated. Thank you.
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Painful but human. Thanks.
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Thank you very much.
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so great to hear from you, blessings my friend
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Thank you so much.
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You nailed it, Alan…so many people feel so broken. This is sad, but so very powerful!
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Thank you Ann.
I know my poetry is very dark and heavy,
but that is where my imagination leads me.
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Always follow where you imagination leads! When we do that, we are sharing our own, unique voice with others, and I honestly believe that’s the best thing that we can give.
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Thank you Ann.
You are so right.
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This is so good Alan, and sad.
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Many Thanks Michele. 🙏
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Awesome! Thankfully your post is one of the few I’m still getting. The glitches continue! 🙂
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Thank you Val.
Hopefully, my glitches have gone away. 🙃
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Why is that voice of reason always so damned far away?
Dark and lovely work, Alan, as always.
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Thank you so much Kathy.
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I know this place. You’ve written it clear. As usual.
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Thank you so much Andrew.
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Brilliant writing.
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Thank you.
You’re too kind. 😊
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wonderful being
heard 🙂
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Thank you very much. 😎
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I hear you, AJ ❤
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Thank you Rosaliene. 🙏
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Wow!!!!!! I love it, HL ❤️
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Thank you my friend. 💕
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My pleasure. So talented.
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☺️❤️☺️
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I hear this.
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Thank you. Appreciated.
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