Solitary confinement

by Gary Jurechka   Oct 24, 2005


At three o'clock in the morning
when phantom wolves are coming
out of shadow walls,
amidst the soundless screaming
the wild nightmares have broken loose
from the melancholy dreamer's stalls,
and run though you may,
you can't find the light
when this dark madness falls.

circa 1994-1998(?)

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  • 19 years ago

    by Laura Anne

    Mmm... a very erie poem. made me feel kind of panicky while reading it. me like.

  • 19 years ago

    by Lyn

    A very descriptive poem. Imaginative with an economy of words. I read and reread it.

  • 19 years ago

    by aaron c s

    Sounds like my life. great portrayance* of life in the dark. i loved how the words flowed together.

  • 19 years ago

    by Larry

    Don't stop writing -- you have a lot more subject matter to work with -- the consistent with your rhyming and verse layout like you have been. Now only three lines for each verse -- capitalized the first word of each verse and end each verse with an exclamation mark and skip the line after each verse

  • 19 years ago

    by Larry

    Don't stop writing -- you have a lot more subject matter to work with -- the consistent with your rhyming and verse layout like you have been. Now only three lines for each verse -- capitalized the first word of each verse and end each verse with an exclamation mark and skip the line after each verse

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