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In the night In the dark No fright No sight Intoxication Tunnel vision Blurred wisdoms Emotions burned Heart of ice Poetry stagnant Swamps frozen Sperm on a dead end street With all my might I rise Fall of chair If only I could walk If only there was fresh air Locked inside my own insanity In the basement lies my corpse The museum of lost lovers All gathered The paintings on the walls From concrete fallen Made of waterfalls Everyone is running around killing everyone Barrel bombs and barrels of fun for tyrants numb Here I am alone, killing only me

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Darren White

Date: 12/26/2016 3:58:00 AM

Here, you have captured in words EXACTLY how it is for me, night after night after night. Visually stunning, and equally frightening imagery.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/24/2016 2:32:00 PM

I agree with Connie. Brilliant but SO dark, and I fear you truly feel these things, Arthur. This feeling so alone. You are such a great person, I hate knowing you are alone. Sure hope you have people to spend Xmas with. Wishing you a better and brighter new year. The ending of this poem was stellar!!

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 12/23/2016 10:14:00 PM

The sadness gets worse over the Holidays. A brilliant piece my friend! Christmas Blessings, Connie ; )

Arthur Vaso
Date: 12/23/2016 10:58:00 PM

Thanks Connie, I realized after I hit the post button, this is not exactly a great holiday poem! LOL Merry Christmas!!!

Carol B.

Date: 12/23/2016 8:00:00 PM

I always look forward to reading your poetry. You're truly a very talented artist! Merry Christmas.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 12/23/2016 9:01:00 AM

I too have not been as inspired mind you my reaction is a bit less dark *lol*. Merry Christmas my friend.

Jean Murray

Date: 12/22/2016 2:04:00 PM

You need to come to Ireland to be replenished by it's beauty and to have a bit of craic agus ceol Arthur.

Jan Allison

Date: 12/22/2016 4:44:00 AM

Deep and dark and so sad Arthur - I'd wondered if some of the lines were titles or lines from some of your other poems on death and depression:-( hugs jan xx

Doug Vinson

Date: 12/22/2016 12:03:00 AM

Straight on and hard, Arthur. Cheers, Doug.