Comments : Illness

  • 11 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    This poem of yours is close to home
    Being misunderstand by the whole world
    We cry scream and yell, often going to
    drastic measures just to be heard
    At the end some see no other way out
    than ending their lives
    5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Purple Rose

    Very good and very true poem Thomas. I agree with what Dagmar said-some people cry and scream so loud but their pain remains yet to be heard. My favorite part is the fifth stanza because I can relate to it. Very good poem.

    5/5 :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Xanthe

    Being misunderstood, ignored, abandoned... are all 'illnesses', and as you've written, some people don't even know they are 'sick'.
    I like the 'happiness amnesia', it stands out and it is rather unique. Some people forget happiness, but little do they know, it's still all around them. We must learn to appreciate even the smallest things to be happy.
    I also like how straightforward this is. Instead of metaphors and such, you made it clear for the reader what kind of 'illness' you are talking about. The ending was really sad because it is true.
    This is a delicate subject to write about; more and more people contemplate suicide these days and it is saddening. It just shows how the world is falling apart and people no longer want to keep falling with it.
    -X

  • 11 years ago

    by Max

    Very well written
    They really are sick but I think I have happiness amnesia too xD the first stanza is so true for me
    I love your style in writing it is always attracting me to read the rest
    5/5 keep writing

  • 11 years ago

    by L

    Yup, I agree, this one is a well written piece that leaves the reader thinking. I've been wondering why many even contemplate the idea about suicide but the sad truth is that they might think is the easiest solution, unfortunately, it is not. Neither do I think is the right one. I hope they can open their eyes and see that within all the sadness that they have stored within them, a jar of happiness is waiting to be open.