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Awaken Screaming

     confusion slips into our beds
        games the minds of gentle heads

     twists familiars to never-beens
        personas dark mask every scene

     far away from hearth and home
        on echoes' endless shouts I roam

     in vain retrieve my former life
        confusion wakes ~ a butcher knife

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 8/19/2025 5:06:00 PM

oh no! a butcher knife. The ending doesn't bode well. Loved the succinct and surreal feel of this poem..enjoy your evening, Sara

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/19/2025 7:22:00 PM

Oh, yes. A butcher knife. What did you expect? A rubber buggy bumper? lol. Thanks, Sara.

CayCay Jennings

Date: 8/19/2025 3:59:00 PM

Woe iz me dark parts as this bruising beaut poetically jabs its relatable feel into my core. An awing poem, Gershon. Poetry hugs ... CayCay

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/19/2025 7:20:00 PM

Aw, aw, aw - Three cheers for my 'awing' poem. Ha, ha. Thanks for the smile, CayCay

Terry Flood

Date: 8/19/2025 3:56:00 PM

Boy, do I like this, GW… I’ve said many times before, I’d love to write this succinctly… even once in a while. The confusion, bewilderment oozes from every line, and Charlie was bang on with his ‘Freddy’ observation. Gotta fave this. Terry

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/19/2025 7:14:00 PM

Aw c'mon, Terry. You can't be jealous of me -- because I am jealous of you! How you manage to crank out hilarious stanza after stanza after stanza is beyond my ken. ~ Green N. Vi