As someone who just got out of a two-month stint in the hospital with a flesh-eating disease in her tits, I can honestly respond to this poem. I had most people visit me, there to stroke their own moral egos. It was painfully obvious. They just took a picture with me, dropped off a brownie platter, told me how much they pitied me, showed Snapchat how nice they were for visiting me, and then left thirty minutes later. Unless we have some emotional stake in the person... a lover, a relative, a deep and close friend... it's hard to say you do things JUST out of the kindness of your heart. Altruism is a dead language, like latin and myspace.
Posted 6 Years Ago
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6 Years Ago
I'm sorry that happened to you. Wow! I can' t imagine going through that. Thanks for the review.
As someone who just got out of a two-month stint in the hospital with a flesh-eating disease in her tits, I can honestly respond to this poem. I had most people visit me, there to stroke their own moral egos. It was painfully obvious. They just took a picture with me, dropped off a brownie platter, told me how much they pitied me, showed Snapchat how nice they were for visiting me, and then left thirty minutes later. Unless we have some emotional stake in the person... a lover, a relative, a deep and close friend... it's hard to say you do things JUST out of the kindness of your heart. Altruism is a dead language, like latin and myspace.
Posted 6 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
6 Years Ago
I'm sorry that happened to you. Wow! I can' t imagine going through that. Thanks for the review.
wow, this is truth spoken in emotion. how this unfolds every single day. I loved the raw to the point writing, I enjoyed relating and reading this piece.
The quality of keeping a modest or low view of one's importance is vital to reflect upon; as the questions raised in your write need a humanitarian answer. Good, thought provoking and poetically affecting composition! :-)
Do we care to... Should we... Do... Lines filling in questions as opposed to answers... Questions that lead to answers that matter, though... Ponderingly penned...
I guess some do, some don't. Have you ever enquired to the well being of somebody and then lost the will to live as they drone on and on about their woes, I have.
Enjoyed the read Stephanie M
I am a published poet and aspiring writer. No, I am not depressed! I write dark poetry. I am inspired by
the works of H.P. Lovecraft and Ray Bradbury. I am
also influenced by the works of Coleridge.. more..