Comments : Packed Away

  • 18 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    wow that is a well written dark poem mysteriously i hope alicia steped into the light

  • 18 years ago

    by Mel

    I'm sure she did Michael; I'm sure she did.

  • 18 years ago

    by Becky drake

    wow, that was good, I'm sorry for your loss, but you put it into one hell of poem......keep writing and I will keep reading. one correction I saw in the line "but not for a Holiday this time", you had the word "an " instead of "a" not a big deal on a poem so personal, but i think you want it perfect, as its a "being packed away poem" The emotion is incredaible, almost scary calm, but the anger will come when the time is right.....and then the acceptance ......will keep you in my prayers, love ya becky

  • is it about suicide?????

  • is it about suicide?????

  • 18 years ago

    by Bret Higgins

    As I started this poem I wondered where the sadness was. Would it be a transition to adulthood? No, as i read on I slowly realised the implications of the actions perfectly timed perfectly with realisation as the end drew near.

    There's a pang in my stomach, a rarity for sure.

    B

  • 18 years ago

    by Bret Higgins

    oops, two perfect by one. (that'll learn me to stay up all night!)

  • 18 years ago

    by Fighter (Ariane L.)

    wow...amazing!!! very well written. thanks for the comment on mine. it means a lot. keep it up!
    -xXx-

  • 18 years ago

    by †JustAri†

    Wow...it's complex in a way. But by the end, i understood. So sad....

    And also...thanks for taking the time to comment on my haiku!

    I have to admit...just by your name, for some reason i assumed that you were female. Lol, i see i'm wrong now.

    Peaces. //Ari\\

  • 18 years ago

    by Lizem

    Hey mel thnx for your advise on how to get him.

    XXXLizemXXX

  • 18 years ago

    by Brokeback

    Woow, really beautiful !!

    xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by Lost Soul 691

    The little things that go through our heads and daily life during a death are ones we don't forget. Looking around at the physical items left and relating. Beautiful poem.