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not true - one of my own responses to cancer
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smallgrin Junior Member
since 2000-03-03
Posts 11texas |
not true i'm amazed at my parents acting ability or perhaps they too were as numb as i when the news came the world falls down twice and then you learn that it never existed to begin with except when you are crushed by love and tears and desperation all at once you don't know if you should run or be that magnet suck it all away and 'keep it with mine' so you suddenly feel something and if it isn't real then ... then you have nothing to add because you still hurt even though he doesn't anymore and you don't understand the word 'anymore' if everything that is temporal never was to begin with all this playing with time playing with words won't change a thing |
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childomine Senior Member
since 2000-01-25
Posts 818st. petersburg, FL |
The poem is very sad and disheartening. I to question - why? |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very sad  |
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Little_Spyro Senior Member
since 2000-01-09
Posts 659San Diego, CA, USA |
Yeah, it is downcast a little...but unfortunately, not all of life can be as upbeat as dragons like me wish it could be... Little Spyro T. Dragon |
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danni Senior Member
since 1999-11-20
Posts 688wisconsin |
well done, and so very sad. |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
You Have captured the Flood of response that hits you in this situation. Really the response you want is no response,not to accept the truth. Sometimes after time has passed this experience can be very spiritualy uplifting. |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
I feel for you, smallgirn. This was so sad.  Joy |
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smallgrin Junior Member
since 2000-03-03
Posts 11texas |
Hopefully that wasn't too much of a downer. The period I wrote that in was rather grim. My uncle fought cancer for 2 years. In that time my grandmother died slowly from kidney failure and my friend was killed ina car accident. By the time my uncle passed away, a year later, I was really searching for a way to cope. I pratice Buddhism and all of it's ideas on life being an illusion were suppose to be comforting.. but they just made my feelings more confusing. That is what the poem is trying to work out. |
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