|Reviewed by Sandra Mushi
|You left me in total awe, Lisa! This is so profound, well expressed, captivating - and chilling!
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Powerful and shocking, but necessary. Excellent write, Lisa; very well done!
(((HGUS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :(
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Stark. Vivid. Painful write. Powerfully expressed. I agree with Michelle Mills--an attention grabber, a necessary one. I thank you.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Michelle Mills
|A twisted, vivid, dark write...stark reality. It certainly grabbed my attention Lisa...and my admiration. Michelle|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Your work flows so well, no matter the topic.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|powerful, mesmerizing poem!|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Evil seems to find all sorts of ways, Lisa. You have powerfully expressed on of them here. Happy New Year to you,
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Lisa the power of your pen when you write like this is nmagnificent!
No one can do it better! It leaves me awed!
Love and blessings in the new year,
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Very haunting write....I cannot believe that any person can go this far...it is total madness!!
Happy New Year sweet lady!!
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|This is so haunting Lisa! Powerful piece.|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Right to the jugular with this powerful write. Alcoholism ranks up there with this terrible addiction that destroys body, mind, and soul. Hope it helps someone out there. Splendid write Lisa.|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|It is a long and twisted road that leads to this place of finality. I think it is an abusive slap to those who love them that they too should have to pay witness to the personal destruction of the "User". No mother birthed her children to have them live a life of disrespect of self and of those who have loved and nurtured them. A hollow heart, yes, it is indeed that, for in the heart of those who love the Addicted, the feeling of loss has long stood and the tears that could be cried have long been cried out and their love, tarnished by disrespect and slow suicide. Where the User is concerned, it is only them and the drug and there is no one or nothing importent enough to get between those two things. Parents and those who love the addicted, have such hope early on, that this might just be a phase or that dumping them into a rehab-facility might turn them around...sadly, the choice always is one of the addicted and not of those who wish to enforce their will upon them. Unfortunately, we cannot cut the cord until we kiss those blue lips goodbye and know that their suffering, and our own, has finally come to rest. Only then can the enlightened heart reflect upon the times when they had hope for their child/sibling/parent/spouse and when their own life wasn't torn by pain and anguish. Though the User thinks that it is their personal life choice and that they have the right to do whatever they wish and abuse those who love them in any way that they deem necessary to protect their addiction, it is in fact not the truth. They have no right to put those who love them through such anguish, for those "not the user" die a thousand deaths before the User dies once. Powerful and intense, this poem sounds like a moment of purging for the heart of those who have loved these troubled and addicted souls. Excellent pen, Lisa!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Almost was me. Memphis. 1976. I saw death.|