Stories too hard to tell.

Peverse, capsolated remence of something bigger and untold. What is it that your not saying in this poem, perhaps a secret failure in death? A trial of your faith or there lack of in God? There is something deeper in this poem and I do not intend to find out, I enjoy the mystery that poets of today have long forgotten about. It gives off an old flavor of Edgar A. Poe or a simulation of the darker Robert Frost that never made the publications. Of course this is of my own veiw. I truely enjoyed this read, short and simple, yet haunting.

This poem flowed really well.
I always think that's an important thing for me.
I hate awkward pauses.

screams bring us joy.
-- Favorite line. It's just so.. disturbing.

Great job.

:]

Cayce