Hellish Screams, Foul (poem) by Lisa Hilbers on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Joe Fleckenstein

Reviewed on August 5, 2005

There's a great, sort of lyrical ring to your writing. I'm very impressed! --Joe :l-)

Reviewed by Chanti Niven

Reviewed on June 23, 2005

Dear Lisa,
You've written this so well. I can feel the emotion in every line. I love your work!
Chanti

Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore

Reviewed on June 20, 2005

what terrible imagery...very vivid indeed, reads like a nightmare...

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on June 19, 2005

A vivid description of a place no one deserves to be.

Ron

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on June 18, 2005

This is so compelling and what you express is so true, Lisa. Thank you for dealing with such a difficult subject. Love and peace to you. Regis

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

I don't think anyone has ever covered this subject with more intensity than you, Lisa! You know whereof you speak! Fantastic poetry!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

A powerfully expressive poem! Well written!

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

Lisa,

Vivid portrayal of what depression really is, not only to those suffering, but to their friends and families. A strongly penned, emotional dynamo of a write--this will linger for some time. BRAVA, Poet and friend!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

Oh this is powerful Lisa!!

A helluva serious write!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Sue Hess

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

you have it right!

Reviewed by Susan Barton (Reader)

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

well written and so painful!

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

this is a deep and tormented song one that must have been very painful for you to write and compose but as always the passion that drives you shines through in every line, filtering the madness with a thread of hope.

Felix

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

You captured the theme very well. An excellent piece.

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

It is a long and difficult road to enlightenment, Lisa and enlightened those must become who suffer from depression. Medications only mask the disease. Those who suffer must make it their life's work to move themselves back into the light and slay those dragons that continue to breathe fire on each of their dreams. Painfully emotional, this poem speaks volumes and calls upon those who live in darkness to understand that the only way to move into the light is to do it themselves.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

It is indeed a terrible affliction.

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

Ah Lisa, you write so well of this demon, chilling and so true, this was outstanding,

Reindeer

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

Great descriptions and introduction to a very difficult situation.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

i too know the monster called depression and you capture its foul beastly nature splendidly in this eye opener of a write! very well done, lisa; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in burleson, karen lynn. :(

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

OH Lisa it is so hard to let go of the demons that plague us from the past. I mean we never ever forget what has happened to us, but there are those of us that just for some reason or other, just cannot let go. I do not know why, and I certainly would like to leave the past behind me. But there are evils coming from every direction plaguing me for what my mother did to me when I was 12 years old, and forced to endure until I was 18. What childhood I had was while I was in Calumet, Michigan in the Upper Peninsula. I cry at night while asking through my tears "why Mother, why?" I will never get and answer now because she is gone from us, but when I ask this question all I hear are the ghostly whispers in the wind. I get mildly depressed because those formative and very important years for a girl were forcibly ripped from me. If it wasn't for the girls in each institution and the superintendent of Winnebago to be there for me, I don't think I would have survived Winnebag because suicide was always on my mind. But the reason I didn't follow through was because the girls accepted me as one of them and Dr. Treffert did too. They were there for me. but it doesn't help me in the night when I cry and ask that question over and over again. Thnx for sharing sis. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, stubborn to a fault, joy tot he world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little terrified sister, Barbie

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."

Reviewed by Edward Lupinacci

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

I know this subject well
you have brought some things to light
thank you for writing this

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

Used too think depression was a lot of bunk. I know now that I was wrong (gasp!) and that there is no set "cure" for this horrible disease, it is as you said, ann internal battle, plus a truly medical one. It sucks . . . in the worst way.

Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster

Reviewed on June 17, 2005

Lisa, a fantastic poem that aptly describes it. I agree there is little we can do but be there to support and love when needed.
Hugs, Trish