Cold and gray

the skies grew cold and gray

the day i threw my poetry away

it was in the early spring

when the robins come home to sing

i was beaten, battered and abused

so damn confused

on a whim

i tossed my spirit to the wind

at the age of thirty-three

i must have been quite crazy

three-hundred and eighty-one pages

could have been handed down throughout the ages

the loss was great

i could not concentrate

through years of writer's block

as time went on like the turning hands of a clock

then something terrible happened one day

at the age of fifty-three, my son was taken from me

killed by a drunk driver, you see?

i found myself completely devastated with no where to turn

so i went on the internet, with poetic words that burn

like when the car caught fire

my son was caught in the mire

i found a hiding place

by the name of "my space"

then i found a place not just to blog, but to write

to write deep into the lonely night

"writer's cafe"

what more can i say?

today i feel not as angry as i was two days ago

i hurt but i am not alone

i have made many friends since i've been here

my son's been gone almost a year

beautiful authors of wonderful works i have met

right here at home on the internet

we have shared our hearts and bared our souls

and so this story goes

february turned cold and gray

the day the writing got erased

with the loss of all my writings two hundred and thirty five

i'm still here and my words will survive

maybe i'll never retrieve my poetry

but what about me?

without you?

what would i do?

you have read my poetry

you have read my life's stories

in poetry and in rhyme

you have given me your most precious time

my poetry is not lost

it is with you

please don't let it die

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Bravo. Great expressivenss in the face of heaped up adversity.

I like you and most others here started on Myspace, where I got a msg with a picture of some sulky youth with hair hanging over his eyes..."Hi, share your writing on writerscafe".

Its been a great experience for several reasons, but one of the main ones -- which has surprised me, as I tend to write from my head -- has been meeting people who have found their way here for very diverse reasons, in many cases to express the bruising life has dealt them. I could not get my head round such expressions to start with, but I can now. I have learnt that such poets express the poetry and power of life. And I have leant to enjoy such pulses of feeling cos they are from the heart, not contrived in some intellectual factory, but real exprssions of humanity. So bravo! You can't stop now!

[Dezaraye]

I really like this piece. It's a really great expression of what this website means to so many people. Writing is a great release and it is devastating to lose that which makes us who we are.

[George Love]

Very well expressed! Great work!

[C.L. Wilson]

absolutely perfect.

I have to say that you are a voice in the "new begining" that should be heard.

you truly love the cafe....

long days and pleasent nights....

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

this is so very sad... tragic.
i agree with robert... that you have expressed yourself and written the piece very well...
fantastic write

[Robert Luna]

Very well written piece of work here. I love how you are able to express yourself so perfect that any one that reads your words is able to feel the emotion and strength of them. I always enjoy the thoughts that your words leave laying in my mind. I always apprecaite being left to think and ponder.

Great Job!!!!!

[Paula M. Potter]

Very good Write Thanks for sharing!

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

beautifully penned. Thanks for sharing, nicely done.


Great Write.

[Brenda Sue]

Oh Debileah, so very beautifully written. I could feel your heart and soul in this piece. Wonderful words. I too am glad for the friends I have met here. Thanks for sharing this with us.