Sally Plumb Plumb

Silver Star - 3,783 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Breakdown - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

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

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 about Breakdown by Sally Plumb Plumb

  • (1/20/2013 9:44:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

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  • Eindaray Kyaw (9/13/2012 9:20:00 AM)

    very good way you present your idea..Great! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Saadat Tahir (8/30/2012 3:08:00 AM)

    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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  • Diane Hine (8/25/2012 8:41:00 AM)

    Frightening, when we witness the distress of those we love. A fine poem. (Report) Reply

  • (8/15/2012 12:39:00 PM)

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

  • Heather Wilson (8/14/2012 6:18:00 PM)

    A very heartfelt write, (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (8/14/2012 1:44:00 PM)

    Very meaningful write - good one Sally. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 14, 2012

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