The last shards of a forlorn hope

by Gary Jurechka   Sep 12, 2005


Alone in a room
with a deja-view,
I've been here before
writing poetry to shield myself
from the nil desperandum

awake in the middle of the night
the grayness of insomniac blues
washes over a rapid-fire mind
chanting a mnemonic mantra
trying to remember to forget
and dreaming of laying beneath
elysian skies;

some place where
we can be
who we should have been
instead of
who we are.

February 1/April 11, 1999

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  • 18 years ago

    by Cattiebrie

    Incredible talent..how is it that you can write what I cannot say..and then I read it and I think, yes thats exactly it!

  • 19 years ago

    by Gary Jurechka

    Comment sent by ELIZABETH T.

    I understand this because I know. I think we all have been somewhere at sometime in our lives and the music won't stop playing. And there are moments when we want the whole world to stop and let us dream and let us go to that moment that we hold so close to our heart. But we live on and always never, ever forget. "Remind me to forget".
    Take care, Elizabeth T.

  • 20 years ago

    by Ashes of a Black Rose aka Night Child

    Gorgeous, especially
    " writing poetry to shield myself
    from the nil desperandum "

    and the last stanza

    wow, just amazing!!!!!!!!!!!
    5/5
    ASH

  • 20 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    I have written like that. What a great poem to read. :)

  • 20 years ago

    by Lyn

    Beautiful again. I love the way you say so much without wasting a word. It flows and flows and flows again.

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