Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thia is a deeply moving poem, Crimsin. I felt especially those last 3 line. And the music made the poem more real to me, more tragic. To desire death, yet condemned to life, where only sadness can be found. And yet, there is also the deeply felt desire to be “understood”. Crimsin, you may not want anyone in your “onyx tower”, but your poem calls to us nonetheless. Is this not an invitation to at least feel your words?

You write powerfully, Crimsin.

Curt

hello dearest Curt of course it is I hope to move always that you got it makes me happy thank you ❤️

Captivating .. and most original .. I was hooked and played fairly and squarely from one end to the very other .. Indeed, I am glad I felt compelled to check in & stop by .. All Good Things and write on brother M.E .. Neville 😎👍

It’s pieces like this gives food for thought, they seem to relate and then they don’t. Tight work dude

I do enjoy the back-and-forth of a conversation. The last line made me say, “Aww.”

Well written M.E The story was compelling and lovely in it’s delivery. Great job

Cleverly penned, ME. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I like that! Indeed it was both best and worst times. Thank you so much! “)

This is much different than mainstream and I like it. Well written.

This feels like intimacy remembered through frost — awkward, tender, human as hell.
The beauty is in the fractures: jokes, longing, missed timing, love that never quite learned how to land.
Quietly devastating, and honest enough to sting.

Years of service and what do you have to show for it if that take it all away.

Superb work, my friend.

Thanks. I agree I have seen what hard work did to a man. He finally retired and then his illnesses began to destroy him fast. Sorry to get morbid. Thanks for reading
Regards James

What is the world coming to eh’ .. don’t let on, sometimes ignorance is bliss and anyway, I have yet to complete stocking the bunker 😎👍