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.

a very heavy write no one should bear such a burden it’s too much to bear… my son drank himself to death we are left with a hole in our life knowing he chose death… hugs ❤️

I agree with crimsin this is very heavy. There sadness, grief and confusion left behind because of the suicide will never truly go away.

Excellent. truly.
The topic is always brutal in its finality. How it is written of is where we, as the living, try to reason with the utter chaos that it must be on them. I never, ever understand that quitter mentality. That sounds cruel, calling them quitters, but that is how I see it and deal with it. I have suicides in my family, and it pisses me off.
Many of us have had horrendous circumstances to deal with, but the act of surviving is what makes us supreme beings.
Hope is eternally gold. It makes us rich.
Your write is outstanding in its view, and the crafting of it. I really admire this.

Beautifully penned, Keith. Excellent write with amazing imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello dearest Keith beautiful it’s true they live on as a part of us ❤️

This is like letting out a long sigh. Missing the feel of Autumn

Brilliant imagery.