WALLS AT THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING

by Gary Jurechka   Jan 30, 2006


I miss you as I'm
staring at the silent, suffocating walls,
every time I blink, they move in one step closer,
I see the cracks and chips in the walls,
just as I can I feel the cracks and chips in my heart,
I tear my eyes away,
for I know walls all to well, and find my eyes
staring back at myself in the
gray-black screen reflection
of the dead t.v.,
these shadowed images of the room
shaded even bleaker by your absence,
alone in the silence and the gloom as I wait
for you to return and once more
light my dark world,
illuminate my desolate life,
to set my soul on fire,

and to help me tear down
the walls
before I bring them
all crashing
down upon me,

again.

Nov. 24, 1995/Feb. 1, 2006

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  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Gary I love to read your writing. I loved this poem. You can really feel the lonliness in this one. Great writing! Cindy

  • 17 years ago

    by debbylyn

    Alone in the silence and the gloom as I wait
    for you to return and once more
    light my dark world,
    illuminate my desolate life,
    to set my soul on fire,

    These lines spoke right to me. Another excellent and heartwrenching piece.

  • 18 years ago

    by Lost Soul 691

    A feeling of enclosure can also become closure ... it's there to find, just push the walls back!

    I love what I feel when I read your poems, they do make me think.

  • 18 years ago

    by Firooz

    I really wish to get time 4 reading all of your poems, BTW thanks for your nice notes on mine, I appreciated your kind lines cya

  • 18 years ago

    by master of shadow

    Great descriptions, and overall a very welll written peice.

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