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Click hereToday this August 4th 06
Four days!
This nightmares spell
Four days of tears
Of pent up fears
Of agonizing Hell !
One hundred sixteen more at best
Less one each passing day
Till your return these tears will burn
Though faithful prayers I pray.
I pray a soothing calm will fill
What you feared you felt inside
Overflowing then to calm the fears
That others only hide.
Find strength and certain knowledge
In A Pure And Lasting Love
For nothing can be stripped away
When sent from God above
I mean the generic pathetic gutless poster appears from under its rock. Then anonymously (that's a must) it will mock and poke fun (no reasons or logic) or as here under disguise of a compliment - how low can you go? Nameless poster, have you or have you not read the poem? If you have why are you pretending to not having read it by saying that you are getting ready to read the poem? If you have not what are you doing pretending to respond to it?
And what is the comparison to your count down till your vacation and the content of this poem? What exactly is the “nice” referring to? Have you looked into the content of the poem? And if you have, do you care at all? Please roll back to your numb smug tasteless routines. I doubt very much that a vacation will help your shameless insensitivity.
I am getting ready to go to work and read your poem,as i am
counting down to when my vacation starts.
You have woken memories of what we uses to call: “the desperation table” counting back how many days are left till we are released of duty, now it’s re- written (from my angle) but from the waiting to the one who should return, side. You reflect so well the agony and the desperation of waiting and counting from almost the end of the tail when there are 116 out of 120 still waiting to be waited. Each an unknown, each guarantees nothing to the next. But you do learn how to wait I guarantee you that. Counting the days from start to end I wonder – is everything ok?
I liked the voice that came through loud and clear in your poem. It is a poem that we can imagine whatever the 120 days represents.