Poison Pool

Wow - a really gritty and realistic poem. So sad that children see this. I taught in an inner city school and some children do come from homes like this. It is pathetic and sad. Thanks so much for showing us another side of life - how the other half lives.

Harshly powerful. Really well-written! ~Lurana

I feel for the child who had to live in fear due to the poison cooked so near. This is a haunting read..Beautifully penned...

Nice poem Wayne,

It was hard to read but, I managed. I truly hate pain and suffering. Especially at the loss of a child. Great read though never the less. I'm glad I stopped by. voted up.

I. White

Yes, indeed, reality for some and quickly growing up for others. Great work, Wayne.

Wow, your imagery through words here is stunning! It almost makes me sick to think of a child going through that, but you make it seem so real.

Gritty and real and scary, but written so well!

Jesus Wayne...so raw, so real, so WRONG!

I can't stand when kids suffer - i know only too well!

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Holy Mackeral, Wayne. You paint a very vivid picture with your words. I hope this isn't something you actually experienced!

Addiction is tragic indeed and waste of life. Well expressed.

Wow....powerful realism Wayne...a sad and tragic picture has been painted here...great work:-))

It must be hard for children that grow up in this type of environment. Is there a story behind this piece or is a fiction?

Wayne, usually clichés become so, because there is an overwhelming truth to them. ;-)

Sad situation to find oneself in, when you mix with the wrong people. Nice work Wayne. All the best.

Very intense, and very well done.

Well, Wayne, this thing called uncondtional love, can sometimes work in magical ways and serve as a remedy to even the ugliest of truths. There's always hope :-)

Wow, such raw and powerful words my friend. Yes, I too have seen the ugliness in the parents that are supposed to be good role-models. It was a hellish upbringing with spurts of good times. I used it to help others dealing with painful lives. It is what inspired me to earn a Master's degree in Counseling Psychology. Funny how pain can be turned into opportunity and healing. God Bless you for sharing your story.

Great poem, sad realities of life so vividly reflected in your poem. Children should have fun and enjoy, not suffer. Sometimes life is unfair.

I've seen the stench to Wayne from my little boys eyes and saw the puke and white foam from raging mouths of alcoholic bliss, while all the while we kids clung to each other in fear peeking from hidden curtains, under beds or crying from under our covers hoping the boogey man would go away, in shame we lived, watching adults around us stoop so low and rot in their putrid gutters of pain. Some of us survived, although mentally scarred. Shared my friend, your gift abounds.

wow very draining, gripping and raw.. I love it wayne barrett

Ahhhh.....so beautifully done ! Tragic yet it moved so well. Votes up and shared across the board.

What a vision. This is quite a reflection. thank you

Wayne,

Oh wow! This makes me think of how children look up to their parent's and are oblivious to the ugly truths and love a blind unconditional kind of love... once the truth is revealed, resentment sets in. This is very sad and powerful; excellent as always!

Cat

This is so tragic and extremely well-expressed. Suddenly my head hurts for these trapped people.

Very sad reality painted here for children to see such and live such an existence watching addict parents. Gave me the chills.

God bless, Faith Reaper