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Spent Soul

Tears streaming inside, emotions, trying to hide. Hurt can’t be explained, in words that are plane. Feelings hidden from eye site, fake smile brings delight. Sacrificing self, displace feeling on a shelf. Catering friends needs, as my heart just bleeds. Passion mislead to others, every soul brothers. How long can I stand, on crumbling, dry, barren land? My drained soul in need, can you hear my plea? More demanding needs exhaust, my will to fight lost. Rock bottom now I stand, reaching out for someone’s hand. Time not even friend, three hands tied can’t lend. Darkness consumes, vision blurred, death within occurred. By: Nathan Bane Leccese © All Rights Reserved 08/01/2009

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 4/4/2010 11:35:00 AM

Good use of metaphoric language.. Sara

Joyce Johnson

Date: 4/2/2010 1:15:00 PM

Thank you Nathan for running the 9/11 contest. I am eager to read them all. I am sure it was hard to decide. Thank you for my 3rd place. I am sorry if you are hurting anywhere near as much as this poem indicates. I hope not. But it was great poetry. Love, Joyce

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 4/2/2010 12:26:00 PM

enjoyed this work, very heart felt.

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 3/31/2010 9:01:00 PM

How can we help? Knowing that you are suffering and being unable to help is sad. Why don't you enter Brian's footle contest. => a 4 syllable poem. Just to let us know you are ok...sort of- Lovingly, Dane Ann

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 3/15/2010 5:13:00 PM

Nathan, This poem has a lot of pain in it. You have been through so much. Heart ache is horrible. STORY: When my cousin's wife divorced him, he suffered greatly, like you seem to be suffering. My grandmother/his aunt, made a trite statement that helped him. Here it is. She was in her 90's. She asked him, "What do you do if your hamster dies? He responded, "Get a new hamster." EXACTLY! After that, he was able to get on with his life and found a wonderful wife =very happy. Prayers 4U

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 3/10/2010 5:12:00 AM

Nathan, Your contest was mind and heart rending. It was emotionally painful to write for it. It must have been horrendous to read the many entries. SUGGESTION: post a contest update explaining that the pain, tears and re-living fears when judging the 9-11 poems was impossible to bear. Your contest to honor 9-11, shows great patriotism, but horrid memories- WE UNDERSTAND!!! We miss you. Poetry Soup is a loving place. Don't stay away. We want you back. Smiles with Love, Dane Ann

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire

Date: 2/10/2010 4:29:00 PM

Dear Nathan, Hope all is Well for YOU and YOURS I noticed YOU have not choose any one for YOUR Contest " 9 11 " I pray YOUR Health is Fine Thank-YOU for YOUR Inspiration ALWAYS YOUR Liege...HG

Andrew Crisci

Date: 12/24/2009 11:41:00 PM

Hi, Nathan...how are you? We miss you at PoetrySoup. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy, prosperous New Year. Kindest Regards, Andrew.

Constance La France

Date: 12/14/2009 8:44:00 PM

Hello Nathan, nice to see you back. Your poem is powerful and haunting. I hope everything is all right. I find writing helps to release feelings of sadness ... so write it Nathan, write it for us, or for yourself, whatever it is, and release it...

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 12/8/2009 8:26:00 AM

Where are you, Nathan? How are you? Please write more. Lovingly, Dane Ann (soup mail)

Sue Mason

Date: 12/8/2009 5:50:00 AM

Beautiful writing here, Nathan ... been quite awhile since you've posted here at PoetrySoup. Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and the holidays ahead are blessed for you and yours ... hope to see more of your writing in 2010 ... smile ...

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 11/29/2009 1:39:00 PM

Oh NO! This poem has beautiful flow, but it's so sad. Remember, better days do come eventually. Sometimes we have to go through a lot first though. In the end, our minds might slip a little. LOL But our souls grow! And for that reason, tears and strugles are worth the pain. Advice: Be TRUE to YOURSELF!!! Love yourself and others. Then, happiness will find you.... Get up off of the bottom! You don't belong there. Smiles and love from a fellow poetess to you. Nice write. Dane Ann

James Fraser

Date: 9/22/2009 11:36:00 AM

Wonderful poem Nathan, a delight to read>>James

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 9/21/2009 10:20:00 AM

Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry with us Nathan. As always I wish you the best in your future writing endeavors whatever they may be. Love, Carol

Carrie Richards

Date: 9/21/2009 8:39:00 AM

One feels the despair in these words....well done !~ Carrie

Nadia Shahwan

Date: 9/21/2009 6:13:00 AM

Poised poem. Pls notice here..re-entry: on crumbling, barren mauve land?=7 cylab; without a word it's 6cyl. Looking forward to reading more of your choka poems.

Raul Moreno

Date: 9/21/2009 1:53:00 AM

Powerful choka Nathan, How long can I stand, on crumbling, barren land?" "Darkness consumes, vision blurred, death within occurred". I like these line...Raul