BLEURGH

aka Broken Spirit

The feeling when you can't breathe, 

or perhaps you just don't want to...

the gnashing of the soul...

it's raw to the bone, ripping the lifeforce into shreds

it gnaws its way into the psyche, perplexed

asking questions with no answers

it grates and crushes, until the mind is just a grind

broken, fallen down in crevices between pain and regret

half dead, half alive in festering remorse, false hope

a mere whisper of a spirit remains

the ghost of you haunts me...

is it an aberration or finely designed

I  feel I'm going insane, yet I never want it to stop

Reviews

[redflutterby]

a mere whisper of a spirit remains
the ghost of you haunts me...
is it an aberration or finely designed
I feel I'm going insane, yet I never want it to stop

A small part of us does remain in the lives of loved ones. What it is i can't say...maybe energy...maybe ghost...maybe angelic host. While we assume this should be comforting some times its not. Or in your case its a mixed response...both repelling and drawing you. You've released the kraken with this poem. It's fierce honesty can't be ignored, its brutal poignancy is undeniable. You always give of yourself in your poetry...this one was came from the deepest part of you. Thank you for sharing it...much love...

[Frieda P]

Yes exactly Red, it has both effects, which is maddening at best. Yes, this is the kraken, you know it well, seems after our talks there's always a poem to wrestle with too. Much appreciate your friendship and support, you were a rock last night, thanks again my dear friend. Much love...x

[KAOlmsted]

On the one hand, I really like this piece because it resonates...it's raw and it's real and it is excruciating. On the other hand, well, I still like it, I just wish it was words. Do you know what I mean? Like there was no depth to it...that you didn't have to feel this so intensely to write about it so beautifully. I am going to hope I articulated my thoughts well enough that you don't have to sit back and scratch your head and say "FTW is she talking about..." ;-) Top and bottom line: excellent write, my dear friend...as usual.

[Frieda P]

They're never just 'words', especially around this place, you know that silly! Of course I get you...loud & clear, thanks for always having my back...you rock the kimmer!

[KAOlmsted]

I knew you'd understand. Always my pleasure, lady, and right back atcha.

[Frieda P]

J'adore!

[David Scott]

I love the title... Feels like a hangover, but worse because this spirit is damaged. I enjoyed the poem. I felt it was not fluffed with self pitty. The colorless mix of greys came to mind and the etherial ghostly mood was spirited well into the poem.
On a personal note, I wish to lift you heart up. I know you write from the moments that make up your days and sleepless nights. Yet this poem shows that your spirit is not broken. Yes, it may feel "raw to the bone", but your creativity in your pain is evidence that you have fight in you still.
You tell the reader much with the line, "I feel I'm going insane, yet I never want it to stop".
Well, you may be insane at times... It is a beautiful insanity. I hope the pain subsides as your creativity lifts your body to the surface of your despair. Like bubble rising from the muddy depths to kiss the surface of the lake. Rise Frieda! Just float up and stop struggling so hard. You have all you need to rise to the surface! With much love and care I offer this reflection on your write.

[Frieda P]

David, your review is better than my poetry. I love your introspective views on my work, always a pleasure to hear your thoughts. I guess I am a fighter, this just resonates in my bones sometimes, and I have to give it a voice. Much love and respect dear friend.

[David Scott]

The review only exists as a reflection of the thought your poetry birthed. It can not be better, but I am glad you found the thought a blossoming addition to your gifted poem. Mostly, I wanted to tell you that you are dearly loved and your work shows a person worthy of much love and capable of giving as much in return.

[Frieda P]

:-) I know a bunch of people that would fight you on that statement but I'm glad you find me love-able! lol

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I want it to stop........love this!

[Frieda P]

You're obviously saner than me! Thanks Neva....

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

he he, you better look harder, perhaps again at that last crazy a*s write :) XX

[Frieda P]

Ha I always like to give people the benefit of the doubt! :-) xo

[Monster ^.^]

I hesitated when I read the title... I expected something different... glad I took courage and read this. to think I almost missed such piece... Perhaps a different Bleurgh is meant here. ha ha

[Frieda P]

Not sure what your meaning its, but bleurgh to me is neither her nor there, somewhere between disgust and exasperation! Thanks so much Monster, always good to hear from you...ha.

[Monster ^.^]

I know! I thought you gonna start talking about puke and all! hahaha!

[Frieda P]

Hahaha, ew no! I'd rather shoot myself in the foot! lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oh Frieda back to black! You do it so eloquently and with such feeling. You are a master craftswoman!

[Frieda P]

You knew it was coming John, thanks for your lovely review, much appreciated my friend.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Stop doing it! you do love and romance much better. Your colours are that of the rainbow not a widow!

[Frieda P]

Ha, stop doing it, as if it were a bad habit I had control over, I can't help where my mind and or emotions go...sometimes I'm a dark rainbow, sometimes I feel like a widow! Hey, give me a break, I've been better, right?! Write?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

No you have never been better, always been bad!

[Frieda P]

Has anyone ever told you, you're a huge pain in the arse?!!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Never been there sweet poetess! Honest!

[Frieda P]

Hahahaha....!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I lied!

[Frieda P]

John darling, you need help! Lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes but I am enjoying my freedom and unbridles madness deeply!

[Pete Langley]

That`s the point, isn`t it Frieda? You don`t want it to stop ever. It`s a part of an enquiring mind. What`s happening is an overload of questions - of inquests. Questions you can`t answer - but you`re still looking for the answers, aren`t you? This is astounding poetry, love. P.

[Frieda P]

Exactly Pete, it's a catch-22 at best. Thanks for your great review, always a pleasure to have you on my page, much appreciated. x

[Rob Santana]

What did you do call the psychic hot line! This a good description of how I've felt for some time now, I'm sure many can relate to this piece. Brought a chill down my spine.

[Frieda P]

I AM the psychic hot line! I know we feel this same anguish Rob...sorry to purge all over you, but you fully understand my need to do so. unfortunately we've both lived this. Thanks my friend.

[Ken Simm.]

Sometimes we feed vampire like from ourselves. Sometimes we leave it to others. Destruction can be addictive even if, (or espcially if) it is only partial.
Sometimes I think our ghosts are finely designed by us to perform the tasks we expect of them.
Extraordinary write from a very fertile imagination and fine poet.

[Frieda P]

I like how you put that Ken, we feed from ourselves, how apropos that is in terms of this piece. Not sure which is worse, having other's knock us down or doing it unto ourselves...thanks so much for your kindness & understanding, insightful review, much appreciated.

[Neville]

Wow, what a delightful & well crafted & hauntingly meaningful 'at least to many of us out here' work... This sent a shudder right through me.

All Good Things, Neville

[Frieda P]

Thank you Neville, always thrilled when a review starts off with wow. You get it, and I much appreciate that.

[Neville]

Good show but watch out, there could be more, N