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wrenched away from what? (Free verse) by skaskowski
cold sweat. i awake in the night, and the ceiling greets my open eyes, and i take shallow, hurried breaths. i realize that the hell i just escaped from dwells within the same mind i was raped from. i sit up straight towards the higher ceiling, embracing the lack of illumination stemming from my nightmare. Pain was somehow Real there... i can still remember why my life was stapled down, why i lost my sense of touch... You were absent from my sleep tonight. i could not find you between the tattered pages Reaching out in all directions for countless ages my hands gripped nothing but false insight. But you are alive in my thoughts with day I can feel you among the mended hollows. i clasp your hand in mine, and we can follow this path of life before seperation swallows it away. dead sleep. i do not move in the night, and steady breathing is the only audible sound my binded heart allows. the phone rings at a start, leaving a dull sound in the air Calling me to react, as though i ever even cared... i sit up straight, striking head to ceiling Embracing pain as redemption Stemming from delusion. Life was somehow Real there, i can still remember Wen my eyes were stapled shut, when i lost my fading hold... and i missed your voice, i think, i think you called me or was that a dream?

Up the ladder: Breeze In Spring
Down the ladder: Putney at Low Tide

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Overall Rank: 1347
Posted: March 16, 2002 1:15 AM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2002 1:15 AM PST
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[6]... anonymous @ | 2-Jul-01/4:44 PM | Reply
I think "binded" should be "bound". I stumbled through a bit, though I'm not sure why. Perhaps because I was expecting less of the poem than you delivered. I like it. It's a well captured bittersweet.
[6]... anonymous @ | 4-Jul-01/12:29 AM | Reply
self indulgent again. Get away from this abstract stuff. Give me solid images I can touch, see, taste (gravy), and feel.
[n/a] crims0ngh0st @ | 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM | Reply
interesting...!
[6] nrevatehtni @ | 8-Apr-02/8:10 AM | Reply
i think the difficultiy with most of your poems is the lack of concrete details. Feelings and feelings of disassociation are hard to nail down - but if you find a way to do it, it lends a certain muscularity to your work.
[10] aurora @ 63.164.20.84 | 23-Jul-02/6:31 PM | Reply
i really liked your poem alot
[10] aurora @ 63.164.20.84 | 23-Jul-02/6:32 PM | Reply
i really liked your poem alot
[9] travelingsk8er @ 68.7.187.148 | 28-Nov-04/5:53 PM | Reply
scary yat fascinating it gripped me the whole way through...thats good
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