Escape from the asylum

Escape from the asylum

A Poem by Dread Solomon


Fresh air,
the smell of rust,
a man lifeless on the sidewalk,
I, with a Colt still smoking,
grimaced in the gloom,
gratified by the gore,
glad nonetheless,
to greet freedom from the asylum, 
for years that I called home,
with a little murder before breakfast... 

© 2010 Dread Solomon

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This has a creepy feel, and twisted. Good visuals, and
word usage. The ending....makes you wonder what else
could happen or do we really want to know.

Posted 11 Years Ago

I liked it, I don't know how to explain it but I feel it could have flowed a little better

Posted 11 Years Ago

excellent!!!!!! "to greet freedom from the asylum with a little murder before breakfast"

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on April 5, 2010
Last Updated on April 5, 2010
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Dread Solomon
Dread Solomon

Kuching, Sarawak, Malaysia

'I believe whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you... stranger.' I'm a whole bunch of things... a poet, a story teller, a lazy novelist, a pianist, a beginner saxophonist, a geek with good loo.. more..