When Limbo became a safe haven

When Limbo became a safe haven

 

 

eradicating the blame

it's always the same

the business end of personal

 

no harm intended

the crying game

because

it's always the same

the personal end of business

 

gather the tears in a bonnet

pour them on the page 

as a sonnet

 

eradicating the blame

it's always the same

 

but no flower grows

from the roots of lies

 

just a little more of the soul

dies.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/12/25

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Limbo is a half way house. Perhaps emotion isn’t felt there. Sounds like a good compromise to avoid pain. Lies hurt, nothing flowery and beautiful about lies. The heart and soul suffer. Final lines superb.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Chris.
j.

[DecentlyOkayWriter]

the business end of personal
no harm intended
the crying game
. . .
(The part that I like the most.)

Sorrow grows beautiful, flowering, words. However, the roots of deception grow zilch. I think that's fitting, tears must be the best for watering (metaphorical, of course) plants. What would lies provide to flowers? A cold slab of rock to grow on?

Please, keep writing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Probably, Decently...probably.
Thank you for your kind review,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I've never been one to play the blame game. Everybody seems to be looking for a scapegoat instead of applying themselves to finding solutions to the problems. It's a futile waste of precious resources in my opinion. We can point fingers all day long but but it doesn't improve our situation or unite us on common ground or purpose. The "no flower grows from the roots of lies" reminded me of the "pandemic" and the cover up surrounding it. We all knew it came from the virology lab in Wuhan but are supposed to believe it took the CIA four years to come to the same conclusion. The government is always playing cover-up and like the Wizard of Oz keeps telling the citizens to pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And we need to get united.
Thank you for your words, Fabian.
j.

[Belle]

A haunting meditation on emotional labor and truth, this poem distills the pain of repetition and unresolved wounds into stark, lyrical imagery—where sonnets are born from sorrow, but nothing beautiful blooms from deception.

Thank you for sharing, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Belle,
j.

[Lorry]

I love your two end lines Jacob. They're mind me when DJ Denial is playing loudly in our own heads and thinking they must be talking about someone else doesn't quite make it so.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Lorry...
Denial is such a creep, a stalker, a rapist of integrity.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

sometimes things seem a bit hopeless :( ..... then i watch the sun come up ;)
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is such truth in what you say, E.
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Feels like the world we live in, and for a long while now, as well 🙏🏻🕊deeply moved, j.,
Freds.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Freds,
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Most welcome, j.🙏🏻🕊
Freds.

[Beren]

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until the poem was over. Those words really hit me hard. What can I say? I'll just give it a standing ovation until I sit down to read it again.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Beren,
j.

[Chris]

"The shoes we walk within..."

From the first day finding you here, I've wished I could have attended your classes to better know the mind within the words. Take care Jacob.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for that, Chris...
I appreciate you and always your poetry.
j.

[Desert Knave]

Excellent. I love the switching around of the words in the final lines of the first two stanzas ... nicely done. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Jim.
j.