good evening dearest Damian I feel the emotions behind your lyrics well done ❤️

It reads like an anthem for introverts. Society doesn’t like us much. They don’t like nuance & complication. We often find ourselves at the mercy of the abuser without even playing the game. They want easy, straightforward answers and guaranteed results, but like Kierkegaard said, “the crowd is untruth”.

Phenomenal piece of poetry (lyrics) Damian. You are a talent. Your writing always shines!

This hits hard and I like the rhythm of the piece.

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friend. One of my goals as a writer whether it be lyrics, poetry, or prose was the hope that my readers or listeners would know they’re not alone in their troubles in this world. Appreciate you.

Damian

It’s a damn shame this one didn’t get its voice. I can hear it in my head. It’s powerful. You going to give it an album slot? Hint…hint… Seriously though, this is a fantastic piece. Going in my list, my friend!

Powerful work. Great writing.

You did an exceptional work here, You’ve expressed emotionally and psychically what abuse is, another lines that caught my attention,

“i am judged for their crimes
captive in a cell called resent”

It’s when we get above our victim character we forive and we are free, we don’t forgive for them, we forgive for ourselves, for us living a life we deserve. Yet, some people don’t understand that this process doesn’t end in one day or two! and even many of those who were under abuse may spend their whole life without completely recover, and You see some people judge their actions, behaviors, way of living… etc putting more pressure on their emotional state making them shrink more into their own safety bubble. They don’t recognize the amount of work these persons have been doing to overcome their pains and hurt… then You see someone throw a silly ignorant word/s making things worse, like You are being the criminal instead of the victim.

Powerful work. Tremendous.

“We clone our fears
Copy-paste the pain
Pouring out the doubts like drops of rain
Lessened by the scars we quietly bear
Weakened by the reasoning we wouldn’t dare”

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Excellent lyrics my friend, that verse I quoted, is so raw and authentic. Amazing arrangement that enhances these amazing words. I’m a fan. Appreciate you.

Damian

The lyrics and voice breathe in that space between hope and desolation, where very few are self-aware enough to tread. A glittered gift you possess. May I ask of your music influences? Without music the world dies.

This song hits me differently when I feel so tired and head is pounding from the beginnings of a migraine. Its like I can feel
this line “Oh the shadows speak when the lights go dim, Invisible projections crawl from within”
This is a great write

Wonderful tribute, Fia. You brought out the essence of what it’s all about.

Fantastic!

A worthy and well deserved tribute

Great tribute for a very special day.
Thank you for posting this:)

Fia, the river of your compassion for our soldiers flowed like deep channel of understanding and empathy here. This also flowed beautifully as a poem. I could feel the emotions you evoked with this poem. This is truly a poem of remembrance and understanding for people who sadly are left behind long after the battle is over because their battle continues long after the war is over.

John

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent tribute piece my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Your brilliant poem shines with empathy, respect and understanding. Sadly, history repeats itself again and again. How many reminders like your heart touching and thought provoking poem will be needed until humankind learns to solve conflicts non-violently? Peace my friend!

Chère F.,
What an exceptional write!
And before we point the finger of blame (if this is English) it is good to know that every country made their own mistakes at one time or another.
And as Goldenmyst says: the battle continues long after the war is over.

What an immense victory of talent (yours) over matter.

Warm regards, Gus

Fantastic tribute. Well said.

It seems all these years later, we are still hearing the reverberation of the lyrics to John Lennon’s song, “Imagine”. Living life in peace. When will it ever be?

I can hear the ring of youthful sorrow, for sure. Even then your writing was excellent, my friend. Talent is apparently timeless.

I sense the merging of poetry and song .. it seems even back then you had something of a golden pen sir D .. Neville 😎👍

DAMN! If this is your 1st poem, this is excellent. Has a lyrical flow. Nicely said my friend.

Oh! This is damn good.

Wow. Fantastic.

Your talent was there from the beginning. Great metaphorical poem, Damian.

This made it to my book cuz. Beautifully done.

Damien with an edge! I dig it.
It has a great rhythm and flow.
Thanks for sharing something you hold dear.
It’s not always easy.

Damian your poem is as lyrical as it is deep. The idea of fear as a lover is a brilliant metaphor and I could really hear the melody of your words. Loved the creative flow here that took me into an exquisitely unfolding song.

John

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That was what was so cool about it to me as well. “Fear as a lover.” Spot on my friend, Right back at you.. Appreciate you.

Damian

What a splendid start of your poetic work, dear Damian! Fear as lover is an impressive and convincing personification. Like a lover, fear can accompany us until it becomes part of us. Your talent from a young age on is undeniable. Great work, my friend!

The darkness is shown, but it’s the kind of darkness that fills the silence and quietness after a sweep of pain. there is numbness and there is the teenage intense feelings and his mind, the mind that feels that no one understands him. This reminds me with Nirvana.

There are those who say we have to overcome our fear. I contend that it serves a purpose…and we move despite it. I will shamelessly admit that life has left me half terrified of my own shadow. But I’m still chugging along and doing the things. This was a brilliant piece. I’m not sure I would call it dark though. Maybe smudged around the edges? First poem? Damn, my friend…