I can relate to these feelings, Fee. It's a world in chaos and it's not really happy. Love and peace,

Regis

ohhh...have happy thoughts..Fee. good and warm wishes. neerja

we come into this world alone (although Mother & Doctor are actually present-but we do not know this at the time) & with this in mind I know I too will leave this worlds womb alone & cease my fears for the comforts of feeling I will be greated as in birth on the day of my death....it will be beautiful
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie

Dying flickers? No way. Embers waiting to burst into flame again. The burden of life is felt heavily by those of a creative bent. But don't let it smother joy--even though the shadow lengthens by the weight of understanding--it knows not time. Dark and introspective write that many can relate to(moi, included)...

Lin

This comes from a place with a heavy heart filled with such sadness...lovely photo, Fee

Carole~

Dark...sad...and I think I've been there a time or two. You write from your heart...it's one of the reasons why you are so loved here on AD.

This is truly a sad write cuz. We still have to count the blessings of what we do have, that so many others don't. The material things we have around us are not as important as we once thought. Its all the little things that now count...the love of our spouse, our grandchildren as they reach out for us and say grandpa, I love you. That special friend who is always there no matter what. Nothing is more important than these, nothing can replace the love they offer.

Love you
Selena

Very sad Felix. I know it's a cliche to say "I've been there many times", but it's truth. Your life is a beautiful gift you are graciously sharing through your amazing poetry with all of us who love you....my friend, you are NEVER alone.

Hugs & warm wishes,
Anna

Truly dark thoughts which don't seem to go with that marvelous picture. And I truly hope some light and happy ones soon replace these.

When alone and hearing voices inside your head it is time to call the cavalry bearing a few Coors and Captain Morgan's rum, the blue should be left alone down in Baton Rouge.

Georg

When those around us start to disappear, these feelings come natural. A very tender and Human poem, Fee. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

"always fight against the dying of the light"

Oh Fee, this really cuts deep into the core. Never, ever give in! Always search for the spark, the twinkle, the flame that burns bright bringing us back into the "today". Grateful for all that is yet to come. Surrounded by all who care and love you....

Be always safe,
Karen

This is so sad. A sad tale of so much given up on, it breaks the heart. The light of life and art should always burn within and come out just like this, a revealing of the soul.

This is a powerful piece, Felix! It has that raw energy of a survivor. Hang in there, my friend!

God takes more into account than we do ourselves and sometimes we sell ourselves short and overlook our many good points.

wow-the depth of this write is filled with both power and fear--so well you have expressed your heartfelt emotions--don't leave us yet, there is so much left for you here-i look forward to your writes, and to your friendship

Felix this is a very touching write, deep from your heart and soul.
Those voices are the Angels watching over you and they are whispering in your ear " All will be fine sweet Fee, all will be fine" The star will light up your sky and fill in all your tomorrows. Love ya face Cuz can't wait to be there.

Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose

I hope you feel better soon, Fee; you are in my prayers!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Fee, We all have hours like this, such feeling of despair,,but tomorrow you will write of your lightest thoughts and hours...trust
it will pass, always in my prayers.
Christine

I'm not sure what to think Fee. I love the brooding honesty of the poem but after reading the other messages left to you, I wonder if it isn't a keyhole vision into your mind. I feel like such a voyeur but in spite of it, I look and my heart just wants to wraps itself around you and make it better. I think most writers (especially poets) and musicians (as well as actors, comedians, painters...) suffer from the lowest lows that depression can bring. Perhaps that is what makes us so sensitive and able to communicate the pain to others. Either way, I am feeling you. I too, will add your name in my prayers. Love to a man I do not know, but would feel the loss should he go! Teresa

Fee, I am so sorry, and I’ll pray for you
I can certainly related to this thoughts and feelings
Your sad and dark words takes the
Reader to that dark and fearful place that lies within each of us
I will keep you in my prayers
And with fate and prayer it will pass!!!
Sending you Peace Love and Light…..and Hugsss…..Yolie
PS I just love your picture

It's passing and YOU deeply know it! Or you BETTER! SWEETIE!
Come on Fee, This too shall pass!
Change is good and it can be!
B E L I E V E!
and the rest will fall into place
YOU will see!
My prayers and love is guiding YOU! and Deb!
LOVE YOU!
SMILE!
Let the rest lie on the wayside, as you cast your cares on him and the rest will come through shining!

WRITE ON! Good therapy and you help others and yourself!
Warmest Blessings and Hugs, Purple Lady Passion, SHEExooo
I fear too, but I won't let it get the BEST of me, Not yet I have something to say positively! You can too!xxxooo

My dad once wrote a memoir of sorts and commented on how others laughter fails to be funny anymore...I hear ya, and wonder if it is depression or whatever else it could be...Ed

The great hereafter is something we will all one day experience my friend. In the meantime, live and love life and remember: God loves you and so do I. We are mortals, we are fragile, and we are not in control of our fate. The clock is ticking for everyone; when it till stop, nobody knows. Live the minutes to the fullest.
Hugs,
Marcia

Hi Fee, I am so sorry, and I pray, too, for you. Your pen takes the reader to that dark spot that lies within each of us, if any of us dared to admit it. I appreciate you, my friend... don't forget that...

In Spirit,
Bear

I like the picture because of the way he's looking at a point not in the camera's eye, just as in the poem, the narrator is looking inside where other people can't see. A profound expression of despair. Been there. e