White Room Poem by Bryan Riley

White Room



Shrieking cell!
The halls ring out
with the music of
the ghosts of
the past

Cool- white-
filtered gas
Retreating from
the wishing well

Cry out-
Answer!
Answer!
Answer!

Expungent
echoing back
and back again

Silence wells up...

Confounded Dogma

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Bryan Riley

Bryan Riley

Salem, Massachusetts
Close
Error Success