Breakdown Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Breakdown

Rating: 5.0


In madness
stoking the fires of Hell
my father, was, in truth,
unwell.

In watching, I too,
felt the same,
felt the hurt
of some devils game.

An overtaking, unexplained,
of mental torment,
unsustained by reality,
yet living proof
of the power of mind
and the search for truth.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 14 August 2012

Very meaningful write - good one Sally.

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James Timothy Jarrett 20 January 2013

And what is truth? We make our own truth in the end. I am who I say I am. I make myself who I say I am

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Eindaray Kyaw 13 September 2012

very good way you present your idea..Great! ! !

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Saadat Tahir 30 August 2012

superb lines written with gnawing realization of time running out.... helplessness and the decree of years tackled so well...almost scary loved reading it ***

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Joseph Anderson 15 August 2012

A potent write-the pain shows through. One never knows until we experience it. This is profoundly disturbing

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Heather Wilson 14 August 2012

A very heartfelt write,

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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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