Haunted: Dying Slowly (poem) by +Steven Curtis Lance on AuthorsDen

Haunted: Dying Slowly
by +Steven Curtis Lance → (All Poetry by +Steven Curtis Lance)
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"Her son came up but it is not yet day"

Haunted: Dying Slowly After a lifetime of everything lost Now I know why she kept the TV on The better not to think of what was gone Expensive mistakes unbearable cost She wanted to block out the echoing Of harsh life mocking death of everything Which dogged her every step wherever she Found herself it found her then it found me Having consumed my mother then it turned To me her only son when it had done I saw it then but only too late learned Her lesson to which I was born begun Inside of me to know personally What it is really like to die this way Now after all with nothing left to say All I can do is understand and be Living and dying to her memory Her son came up but it is not yet day +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMV

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on May 17, 2005

This is so sad and poignant Steve....wonderful!

Peace, Carole

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

This is deep and SAD :( I feel I want to give you a HUG and just keep holding you and never to let you go Steve. We all need and want hugs to get us through our days- Termin. illness- I'm glad your mom had your strength to get through it all! YOur strength will transpose on your own children, they will never forget that in you. Many Tight HuGs 2 U Friend, Sleep Well and when you awake, feel the sun upon your Soul-Warmly,Sheee

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

A head scratcher, that is for sure. At least for me. The tragic soul of the mother transposwed to the son upon her death. This is grist for a short story.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Oh Steve this is rich and powerful work that lays tart upon the palette of te soul. You have analyzized and given a quick but deep glimplse into two generations and it is a resignation of acceptance that shines through in the end.

Well done old friend,
Felix