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Author Name: Freestormwolf 11 Comments
Date Added: July 16, 2010 09:07:23 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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To sleep and meld with midnight's tomb;
Or die and enter Karma's womb.
To rage against the endless doom
of poverty and war....
Or pray 'til you're an empty shell
and still feel you inhabit hell,
from their perspective few can tell
those things which plague your mind;
and people say "you're looking well!"
in order to be kind.
But no-one knows those battles fought
immersed in pit of night
and all those deals you make and break
before the waking light.
While clinging fast with trembling grasp
exhausted from the fight;
That tenuous rope
of forlorn hope
that things will be alright...

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Comment By: PremiumLindaM on February 24, 2013 04:56:28 AM Report

I was just browsing through then narrations category and found this gem.

The poem is a beautiful read. When I listened to the narration done in your lovely

accent it made the poem even more facinating and beautiful. Fantastic work Allison.


Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on November 10, 2010 06:50:53 PM Report
'AS flies to wanton boys are we to the gods
they kill us for their sport'

Sometimes the gods just have it in for us

"Infamy, Infamy, Infamy - you have all got it in for me!"

However hard it is to keep that mask on Alison, you are doing a great job.


Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on October 30, 2010 05:14:33 PM Report
I came back to read this again and to tell you that I've put it in favs, and found that you've recorded it. I didn't notice that before. You have the perfect voice for reading. I love to hear you read your poetry. ML
Comment By: FreeMichelle on August 8, 2010 11:00:54 PM Report
I am at a loss for words to describe how much I enjoyed and appreciate this work of poetic art. Write on, this was amazing.



Comment By: PremiumHOPE on July 28, 2010 04:55:41 PM Report

A truly wonderful poem.  I feel this way to my very soul and often become quite weary of the battle.  A great recording.  I always enjoy hearing a poem in a poets voice it ads dimension to the writing.


Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on July 27, 2010 07:14:18 PM Report
This ios the BEST poem I have read in some time, cuz...I had to hear you recite it twice, just to enjoy the beauty of the write once more.


"That tenuous rope
of forlorn hope
that things will be alright..."
Amen, sister....AMEN!!...len

Comment By: FreeTristan on July 21, 2010 11:08:11 PM Report

I've had an on-going battle with my vocabulary for several minutes and cannot seem to find even a single word to help me tell you my experience while reading your poem.  C.S. Lewis reminded us that words like magnificant and astounding, etc. never the describe the work in itself, but only our perceptions of it.  He delineated the challenge: describe what the poem meant to you -- as the thing in itself... a challenge that cannot be met, but can be attempted and will come closer to allowing you hear what you want to from the reader about your work.  When passion weeps from every line, and the philosophies of hope and total depravation share the same quatrains, metered with perfection and a flowing grace that speak to beauty, sophistication, despair, and intrigue, you've certainly written something that is very special. The added beauty is that you have to know it, and we can only bow as your servants before your royal throne. Well done, Your Highness.  Tristan

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on July 21, 2010 11:15:07 AM Report
I think the hardest task in life is to not prejudge people but the lesson is knowing we don't know what demons people chase.  Another insightful poem from one of my favorite poets.
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on July 16, 2010 12:30:30 PM Report
Dear Storm Wolf....It is always a pleasure to read your thoughts...Many cannot see within the Soul to see the scars of battle, only gifting with small kindnesses....You, on the other hand, struggling to believe that all is all right....Intriguing truthful write....

Margaret...a friend in words....

Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on July 16, 2010 11:11:41 AM Report
Well done, Alison. It's true. No one knows what battles another fights and wins or loses in the night. Knowing this alone should be enough to cause all of us to cease judging one another. Alas, kindness is not always the first reaction. Good work. ML 
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on July 16, 2010 10:21:20 AM Report
Ali:  you have so well outlined Life's struggle.  I did get a lot from this write.  Always great writes from you.


Lady D


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