Depressed and alone

by nilfun 8 Replies latest watchtower medical

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  nilfun

  I have never been able to finish Night
  Is some message of hope to be found in its final pages?
  Close the book and remember
  
  An old woman pulling back her sleeve
  Me, a young girl, barely able to comprehend
  The pale skin marred by a crude tattoo
  
  Close eyes and remember
  As twenty years slide beneath...

  Now fast forward to an L.A. night
  Where young people gather to dance or just share a light
  
  Someone cracks a joke and the laughter that ripples through the huddle
  Is silenced by young men with slick scalps and red-laced boots
  The silvery flash- a blade of cold metal suddenly gone hot and bloody
  A man falls to the ground-confusion-screams
  
  The attacker grins as he runs his spider covered hand through non-existent hair.
  He knows faith without works is dead
  
  On pavement cold and hard
  The bleeding man draws his knees up to his chest
  A dark form curled up like a fetus on the glittering sidewalk
  His life streams into a waiting gutter
  And he can feel the separation of body from soul
  Relinquishing the flesh, his spirit rises
  Looking down upon the stillness, he feels nothing
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  radiolady

  Nilfun; That was deep...that's all I can say.

  Oh and you are an excellent writer...you should keep it up.

  Radiolady
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  unclebruce

  impressive - thanks nilfun,

  i was touched by a poem a few weeks ago that went something like this:

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  when i am dead my dearest

  sing no sad songs for me

  plant no roses at my head

  nor weeping willow tree

  i shall not see the sunsets

  i shall not feel the rain

  or wonder at the nightowl

  crying out as if in pain

  ===

  (poet and rest of poem not remembered:(

  unclebruce

  Edited by - unclebruce on 5 November 2002 21:38:42
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  joannadandy

  Nilfun, I just want to take this opportunity to say "I dig you sista friend" hee hee!

  No seriously I have always liked your posts. I especially like this one. Good stuff! And I don't usually respond to poetry unless I really like it. Do you write a lot? If not, you should!
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  nilfun

  (((Radiolady)))
  (((Unclebruce)))
  (((Joannadandy)))
  
  When I am dead, my dearest,
  Sing no sad songs for me;
  Plant thou no roses at my head,
  Nor shady cypress tree:
  Be the green grass above me
  With showers and dewdrops wet;
  And if thou wilt, remember,
  And if thou wilt, forget.
  
  I shall not see the shadows,
  I shall not feel the rain;
  I shall not hear the nightingale
  Sing on, as if in pain:
  And dreaming through the twilight
  That doth not rise nor set,
  Haply I may remember,
  And haply may forget.
  
  -Christina Rossetti
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  Claudia Kittel

  I think you wrote this poem out of the despair of hearing the JW theory about death; that they just are six feet under and they are waiting for some obsolete thing to happen, and then they will be resurrected and life will be better than it has ever been, but for now, the dead are just in this coffin that is buried into the ground, with no feeling, no thoughts, just dead. Is that how they have taught you? I remember they used to shove that stuff down our throats and tell us that if we didn't believe that way, that we were speaking against the brothers, and that is a disfellowshipping offense.

  God is not like their Jehovah. He is loving and kind even to the lost and the homeless; would you believe I was homeless and this was when I was a Jehovah's Witness? A regular Pioneer threw me out of her house, because I did not have thirty dollars. I lived in my car for three months, and then for aboaut five years in a travel trailer. When I did not have a car, nobody would even pick me up to go to the meeting or shopping or anything.

  I found out that God is going to take His Church up with Him to Heaven, and we don't even have to go through the Tribulation!

  Isn't that wonderful??

  Claudia

  Edited by - Claudia Kittel on 19 November 2002 22:58:52
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  Big Tex

  The attacker grins as he runs his spider covered hand through non-existent hair.

  Whoa. This is good. Very good. Have you been published? You should be. I'm always impressed by poetry. It's the most emotional form of writing there is, and you have expressed powerful statements here.
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  nilfun

  Claudia,

  I think you wrote this poem out of the despair

  The Despair. Yes.

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  (((((Big Tex)))))

  Right words. Right time.

  Thank you.

  edited to add:

  Right words. Right time.

  Thank you.

  That goes for you too, Radiolady, Unclebruce, and Joannadandy.

  Edited by - nilfun on 20 November 2002 0:30:26
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  Big Tex

  I understand. It's tough isn't it?