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.

This is great, the last lines are cutting and real.
Stinging also.
Kind Regards
James

That is the truth my friend. Totally accurate. Great description. To the point.

These days time is going fast…. so fast. I also wonder about the past years where did they go… It’s when the body starts to fail the one stats feeling old, but truth the soul never gets “old” but more wiser, brighter… There is a part of me which doesn’t grow up no matter how many years pass, I don’t know if it’s good or bad in this world, but it’s just me being me. I should check out your channel soon. Wishing You only peace and warmth in your days🤍

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend and so spot on. You’ve captured the aging process perfectly. Appreciate you.

Damian

I recently said to someone that I don’t recall ever being offered the extended warranty, but I’m not much impressed with the limited warranty. When it goes, so does everything else. You’re right, it doesn’t move slowly

Thank you, Willow.

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?