i met a man who wasnt there

[pig]

i am the death of the child.
Like the smell of (a) bad spring, I exist;
eternal hope and aspiration
apart from space from time acknowledged.

i am apology for truth.

i am the concept of pain.

i embrace the grieving with
open arms to surround the
emptied soul, in turn,
creating a whole;
giving surface to the absence
of absolutely everything.

i am the life of the child.
banished to past tense,
forever remembered
as before the death.

[bloodredtears]

wonderful piece...seemed really dark to me...great job!

[SilverEyes]

Interesting write, I like the flow and the diction. I especially like the second to last stanza.

[amelie]

knowing it was you, i expected something original...and wow i got it. this seems to me to have many layers and i have to admit that i probably am only seing the surface.
my only hint of a crit is that it may just be alittle too deep lol.much of it is very abstract i think i would have liked a tiny bit more transparency or some concrete imagesto help me get right in. you have to remember that ppl will only probably give your work a one time reading and you need to grab the readers attention. this does that but it was hard work following through. but lovely skill lurking inside this love

[amberputis]

another awesome piece from you, your poems are great, exceptional write here once again!

[X x K e l Z x X]

This was very sad, but good