Abyss of Sorrows (poem) by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley on AuthorsDen

Abyss of Sorrows
by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley → (All Poetry by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley)
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Your pain is the cracking of the shell that once enclosed your heart. ~Lily of Lough Neagh~

Abyss of Sorrows There becomes a pain of knowing Pain which swallows all of your essence Nothing can cover what resides in the heart Nothing can remove what resides in the soul So you try to bring in memory Stolen moments of happiness A faint memory of what once was But pain watches you like a hawk Who swoops in tearing your flesh Shred by shred until tethered Slowly devouring fleshy strips Gulping and swallowing to digest Then feeds it to her young Until you have been regurgitated A mere pulp of what you once were Yet the two little eyes that once shone Sit upon the mass dull without shine Bone by bone you are plucked Dropped into the abyss of sorrows Till you reach the desert of the dead Chained unto the tree of death A heart that once beat strong Now tanned and stripped of moisture Now lying aged dried and withered The hawk has no mercy She tears at the remaining strips Until it’s completely engulfed Only a mere pittance left Struggling for life Though withered and tethered It seeks refuge of one dry leaf Praying to be nourished once again Carolee Dennis-Woosley July 28, 2012

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on December 13, 2013

But pain watches you like a hawk
Who swoops in tearing your flesh

A most effective simile. I know the kind of pain that you describe via your verses in this poem, Carolee; I am intimate with it, sadly. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Diane Miller (Reader)

Reviewed on October 7, 2012

A terrible place to be and so tattered as described here, difficult for many to understand unless they have experienced this themselves.

Di

Reviewed by Ed J.

Reviewed on August 3, 2012

I am all too familiar with this pain. Well done almost feel the pain reading it.

Stay well and keep writing
Eddy

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on July 29, 2012

Such an ole soul living the present..
*Carolee* who can express such sorrow
so vividly, yet not to dwell any great
length of time...

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Jms Bell

THANK GOD FOR PRAYER! WHILE READING, MY BEING WAS ARID...LITERALLY LONGING...REACHING FOR THIS SEEMINGLY SMALL BUT SO SIGNIFICANT REPRIEVE. WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on July 28, 2012

Whoah! You are an "out of the world" writer!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Gail Delaney (Reader)

I understand this kind of pain, my husband left me for a younger woman. Just packed and left leaving me to feel empty and in pain.

Gail

Reviewed by Mark Huntsman (Reader)

Anyone who does this to you should be shot! I hope this isn't about you Lilly. You're a great writer and we love all your wisdom and specially the love you show to others here in how you write.

Keep writing! I bet lots can relate to this, I'm glad I've never experienced it.

Mark

Reviewed by S Bergerac (Reader)

Oh beautiful soul dear lady Lily, I hope as some others do this is not a reflection upon yourself. Metaphorically written well to reflect someone who suffers greatly. I agree with Keith Rowley, then there comes rebirth.

Well done my dear lady Lily

I bow and tip my hat to you

Cyrano

Reviewed by Gert van Weenen (Reader)

Such a rich descriptive poem of the Abyss of sorrow.
This is so exceptional deep that every tear of the hawk is felt.

Brilliant Carolee, just in one word, BRILLIANT

Reviewed by Keith Rowley

And then comes rebirth!

Reviewed by Terry Rizzuti

Great poem, Lily, one of your best.

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

A brilliant capture of essence in its sorrow and
nourishing hopes once again.

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Shirley Houston

Whew!! I felt this one!! I am seeking that one dry leaf!!! Thank U for this; I thoroughly enjoyed it!

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Whoa! Double whoa!! A damning write, Carol, and one that the weak-hearted among us will have trouble . . . er . . . digesting. You have absolutely described the agony and abasement, even self abasement, which comes with someone being systematically destroyed lie by lie, cheat by cheat, until everything is sucked dry from the living dead, and is is such a thorough job that many never recover and live the remainder of their days a shell of who they once was.

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

A very sad write, hope it is not about you, Carol!

Deborah

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

An intriquately woven tale of loss, it is my hope that this is a memory not some current pain to such a giving soul.
budd