Turning Nowhere

It’s all gone.
Never be back.
Furnace is cracked.
Nothing the day
can do.
Allow hell
to absorb me.
How does one

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  1. #1 by kolembo on February 5, 2011 - 2:51 pm

    Hey, went through a few pieces…there’s something I like about your work. Often you write about sad places…but I really like the way you do it…it takes me there…it shows me there..and I leave different.

    • #2 by Carl on February 5, 2011 - 11:15 pm

      Thank you so much for your comment. I enjoy your work and I appreciate your kind words.

  2. #3 by liv2write2day on February 5, 2011 - 3:46 pm

    You are strong wiriter, Carl, and your work comes from a place of intense feeling.

    • #4 by Carl on February 5, 2011 - 11:16 pm

      Thank you for your comment. I appreciate it greatly!

  3. #5 by Evelyn on February 5, 2011 - 8:47 pm

    very succinct poem.
    I feel anguished reading it.

    • #6 by Carl on February 5, 2011 - 11:20 pm

      There was anguish writing it, but writing can bring relief at times. Keeping chin up and doing my own kind of prayer, I’m working hard.

      • #7 by Evelyn on February 7, 2011 - 8:00 pm

        I know.
        I’m really lucky to have you as a friend.
        Truly blessed.

  4. #8 by Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved on February 6, 2011 - 11:36 pm

    The cure is in the writing. Keep on keeping on, Carl.

    • #9 by Carl on February 7, 2011 - 7:05 am

      Thank you, Jamie! You are so kind to comment.

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