Thank you so much Mary! ❤️🙏🏻

Nicely penned… has a nice flow to it… last line eachoes…

The imagery of a heart shaped hole is amazing. I love the symbolism and the way you elaborate your feelings. You matched this up well with the music.

Beautifully penned, Drieks. Incredible lyrics my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This life is not all there is. There was before. There shall be after. The play called life goes on my friend 🌼

Hugs*** Brenda, may sorrow not be a part of you forever. I’m sure many care enough not to let your keep your head low forever, that including me as I read every poem you have written and know what a strong spirit you possess. With the angels now, he will be guiding you and your pen whenever you spill your heart over the page about whatever it is. Writing keeps both you and me alive, remember.

Daniel

My heart is full for you Brenda …
I wish you all peace
❤️💕❤️

He will remain connected to you by that cord. You won’t see him, but you’ll always feel him. Grief needs its moment & nobody can tell us when it’s time to move on. You simply know. Brenda, this is beautiful ❤️

Beautifully penned, Brenda. I’m sure he’s watching over you my friend, his spirt is always with you. Appreciate you.

Damian

Write as much as you need. I know for me writing is the only way to get it out. Best to not let it build up.

I’m sure he’s watching over you, friend.

hello beautiful Mary thank you I will I’m having a hard time writing at the moment but I’m sure it will pass waves of sadness overcome me I deeply appreciate you being here 💕

Powerfully penned, Drieks. This is a deep and profound piece my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.

Damian

G’morning, Drieks 🌤️

What a creative title, and that photo choice (with your pen name attractively laid) is sheer eye candy, perfectly setting the ambient mood for what’s to come.

“To hell with the common.
I lost interest to follow the herd,
please sell me to the devil i’m about to summon.”

Sometimes, nothing much appears to be what it seems … so, why not throw caution to the wind, live it wild ‘n free, the way so many would love to be!

I truly admire your creative metaphors – with their vibrantly-vivid, emotive impact, and what conscientious poetess or poet could help but admire your spot-on line-breaks, the way you’ve utilized soft and exact rhymes to set rhythm and hold the reader’s interest with fascinating imagery throughout … obviously, NOT your first poetic rodeo.

How relatably beautiful your pen’s voice speaks to the captive mind’s-eye, Drieks.
Wondrously shared, Dear Poetess! ⁓ Richard🖌️

The metaphor of “Indiana Jones-ing” through depression is brilliant, painting the struggle as a reckless adventure where survival is uncertain. The imagery of webs, eight-legged freaks, and sanity creaking creates a vivid sense of entrapment of a mind pushed to its limits. What stands out the most is the refusal to conform, the rejection of the common, the questioning of perfection. It’s a voice screaming against expectation, demanding to be understood rather than advised.

Your a great storyteller Fia. Nice work!!

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Thanks for sharing my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I like how you repeat that couplet at the end. It wraps everything up in a neat package. This is a really cool piece with sociopathic undertones which catch my attention. I love an unreliable narrator. I love an evil genius. A lot of women do… the bad boy syndrome. Boys grow up to be devils. And girls… well, sometimes we invite them in.

Nice piece!