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Sun 22 Jan, 2006 02:23 pm
We are the people next door.
Across the street.
Co-workers.
Celebrities.
From all walks of life.
We've never met.
Even still, one thing unites us.
The battle we fight in our minds.
Oppressed by something we can't see.
Emotions run a muck.
Searching for a way to gain control.
In a world that demonizes us.
Stigma makes it hard to hear us.
A prison of a different kind.
Compared to criminal behavior.
The misunderstood stay that way.
We've learned to keep silent.
For whom out there hears us?
Who will respond to our cries?
Silenced Voices.
poetrob, welcome to A2K.
A good poem and very depictive of the human race. I really feel the last line this evening:"....silenced voices..."
I don't really care, but if you want to have your lovely words perfected grammar wise, you might want to change the line, "for WHOM out there" to for who out there. I think that is one of those strange grammatical quirks where the object of the preposition is in the nominative case, but I'll have to check to be certain.
Welcome to A2K, Poetrob, and thanks for your poem.
I have no idea where your were coming from, as the writer, in the second and third verse. But I know where I was as the reader.
Does it matter that if we were in a different place?
Thanks.
Well, my goodness. RJB and I had the same thoughts, it seems.
RBJ, I don't understand your comments but I appreciate them anyway.
As for my poem, I'm attempting to address the plight of those that
suffer from mental illness. Anxiety, depression etc.
This is in some of my wording. " Battle in our minds,"
" Stigma," etc.
There's much stigma about mental illness and I'm attempting to
address it. The biggest is people that suffer from it are incompetent.
in my opening statements I'm pointing to the various walks of life people
that are mentally ill come from.
My poem might need some tweaking.
You're most welcome, poetrob. I think I got the sense of it right from the beginning.
Actually, Poetrob,, your poem and my interpretation of it came pretty close together. (I don't pretend to understand poetry; in fact, it scares me).
I am a supporter of a quasi-governmental program that takes care of mildly retarded (I am sure that that is not the appropriate term) folks. When I read your poem, I thought of them.
It is important to note that there is a difference between " Retardation"
and " Mental illness" This really isn't the place to go in to it.
Retardation is something that is diagnosed in people before they turn 18.
It has to do with the developmental stages of life.
Mental illness is like a malfunction in the brain that suddenly happens
one day in people.
These terms are often considered the same when they aren't.
I've had substantial training in these areas but I am no expert. I do
understand the differences. I actually have a poem about retarded
citizens titled " Prisoners," but it hasn't been well received in my
countless other boards so I am not sure about sharing it. It has got
lousy reviews too. To be blunt, I'm told it stinks. LOL.
Good luck with what you're doing poetrob. I hope you get lots of good response.
Endy
ahhh...very descriptive, and I like the ideas. good poem poetrob!