Despair Comes To Bed (poem) by Kate Burnside on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on July 8, 2008

But he is so incredibly hard to kick out of bed...even when he is no longer wanted...
Cryssa

Reviewed on December 20, 2004

I have been bed partners with despair in my life a time or too as well and I know of what your speak,

nice write,
Felix

Reviewed by Chanti Niven

Reviewed on December 18, 2004

Dear Kate,
I am going to start sounding like a broken record (should that be 'scratched cd'? lol) in a minute. I don't often find myself at a loss for words but when I read your work I often am. You are among the greatest poets I've ever read. Please never stop writing. Your work is powerful!
Love and admiration
Chanti

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on December 15, 2004

Well written and true. Unforunately, I've lain with this fellow too often, but kick-boxing via faith helps immensely to knock him out the bed and rise.

Reviewed by Sue Hess

Reviewed on December 14, 2004

i fight depression every day but refuse to give in to despair, it is too devastating to crawl back out of

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Despair is a vicious beast if fed. Starve it by surrounding yourself with things that keep you warm

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

an extrememly well motivated poem that brings us into realms when we have relenquished to the powers of despair ...

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Chilled by the truth of that monstrous Despair who lurks in the shadowed corner of my room sometimes and climbs right into bed uninvited. What a write this is, Kate.

Reviewed by Danielle Mundy

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Exactly! It's weird how one can put off bad thoughts and worries until it is time for bed, when you're doing nothing but lying in the dark and thinking. You describe it very well.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

(((kate)))

GAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love the way your mind works--you have the absolute power in each and every word, so the reader is left shaking his or her head in agreement, "uh, huh, i know what she's talking about!" SPOT ON!

(((HUGS))) and love, karla.

and i know him well :(

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

You give in that easy. Hope he leaves early..

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

You captured the theme well. A great write with a powerful ending.

Reviewed by Larry Rochelle

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Yep, that's when we need that friend to call, say a kind word, help us get over it. Or maybe just a nice nap:))

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

I find this one again a pretty good description of depression. I felt that way many times.

Reviewed by Janet Parker

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

I've been missing you, Kate. You certainly made a grand entrance back with this chilling poem. My despair comes throughout the days. I sleep to escape. This was a wonderful concept.

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Kate,

Your imagery places the reader in the midst of all that is going on -sending chills up and down one's spine ... your are a poetess that defines the descriptive write ... exceptional!!

Best wishes,

Robert

Reviewed by George Jackson

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

You have captured the true essence of what depression (thats what I read anyway)and loneliness can bring with this excellent write. Well done.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

So so true, Kate. God knows I have been there so many times. You capture the essence of "despair" extremely well in your verses. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis

Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

chills Kate, this one winds and winds in areas not known, nor very often talked about, ghastly, hehe, walks the edge ya know, Al

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Evil Dispair Lurks Round Every Corner Esp. Around Bends!

TRASK

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

A chilling write, Kate; and one reason I never close my bedroom door.

Reviewed by A PAX

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Good portrayal of those private moments that are not so private at all. Its then that those nagging, depressing thoughts can intrude on our souls........ahhhhhhh I guess its a matter of being human.....

and a constant......
pax and happy thoughts......(fly Wendy fly)
A