HIDDEN

HIDDEN

A Poem by Debbie_Philly

Hidden


Dead hands pressed numb cold against glass without a view

Nowhere to run mind on fire no answers to the questions

Buried deep within… bring the shovel if it will help, not

this time these answers are too far hidden.

Time won’t tell time does not heal scars that show no profit.

Let me out desperately banging on walls that were built by

someone that person was not me.


By : Debbie Mills Kelly ( Debbie Philly)

3/24/2014

© 2014 Debbie_Philly


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There was a frantic feeling in this poem - the lack of punctuation made it feel breathless and desperate. Curiously, I found the lack of punctuation make me emphasize the poem in different places on the reread. It's strange how the meaning changes when you alter the inflections in your own mind.
There's a sense of being lost in your own darkness, and even if the light managed to get through, it would be a splintered thing.
Well-written Debbie. Keep it up.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Debbie_Philly

10 Years Ago

Thank you so so much Landred.... I really appreciate it ... and yes thats how I felt and sometimes s.. read more



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I certainly hope the walls are crumbling for you now. The only way I can get rid of depression is to let go. If you can...let go.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Debbie_Philly

9 Years Ago

Thank you... and Im sorry it took so long to reply... I have been out of commission
We find ourselves in prisons when on the outside it appears we are unfettered. I know that place well. A powerful write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Debbie_Philly

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much TL :) Yes it can be a powerful and lonely place .. sorry you know it as well :(
Oh My God!! This is extraordinary! You depicted the state so well! And the image and font were a good choice too! Which font is this btw?
Keep it up ♥

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Debbie_Philly

10 Years Ago

Wow Manal thank you very much thats very kind of you !!! Im not sure about the font... just normal .. read more
Debbie_Philly

10 Years Ago

Wow Manal thank you very much thats very kind of you !!! Im not sure about the font... just normal .. read more
i so felt it! lovely!! keep it up.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Debbie_Philly

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much Visista Very much appreciate the eview... so sorry I took so long to reply... :)
Vitasta Ganjoo

10 Years Ago

its vitasta :) yeah anytime.
Debbie_Philly

10 Years Ago

Opps sorry Hun !!!
I think we all experience this kind of frustration at one time or another. You captured it really well. nicely done..

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Debbie_Philly

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much Sue and Im sorry it took so long to reply... I have been sick. Thank you again so .. read more
A boxed poem of frustration everyone can relate to. Striking accompanying image. And a note of spiritual irony: "Let me out desperately banging on walls that were built by/someone that person was not me." Our perceptions ARE our reality, and our root assumptions have much to do with generating that. So we do have a major hand in creating boxes -- and depth perception as to the true nature of Self is our liberation. We build the walls -- AND we are not that habituated one. A curious state. Seeing-through unfolds over time via steady-state intuition. Zen and the ironies of the acculturated psyche.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Debbie_Philly

10 Years Ago

Thank you so so much Pax... Im sorry it took me so long to write back... I have been very sick. What.. read more
This felt desperate or frantic. I hope that was the intention because I think it worked really well. Great poem! ^-^
-QuanaWana

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Debbie_Philly

10 Years Ago

Yes that was the intent :) Thank you so so much for reading ... nice to meet you !!
i think you did well to convey your feelings here, and you took the reader along with you...form, format, punctuation, all did as much work as any particular words which you used....i might arrange my verses differently here and there because i feel you can convey the same feelings while making your words more impactful....but the other feeling i got was that this was a sort of springboard piece...something that you might draw from and come back to later....but that's just me, reading with my eyes and my (questionable) brain ;)

CM.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Debbie_Philly

10 Years Ago

Thank you so so much I really appreciate it :) Yes this was just a fast piece off the top springing .. read more
I feel a sense of rebellion against that inner self we all have. That lonely person.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Debbie_Philly

10 Years Ago

Thank you Mark.... yes I felt that way at the time as well !! :)
I can relate to the desperation of being trapped within my own mind... those hidden moments. Sometimes there really is no where to hide.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Debbie_Philly

10 Years Ago

Hi Lori.... yes I agree :) Thank you so much for reading sweetie !!

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Hello everyone, My name is Debbie , I have been writing for about 13 years now, I'm 51 years old and live in Philly. I used to have a show on Blog talk Radio called REVERSE with Michael Quigg every o.. more..

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