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Saturated Experiment

October 9, 2019
By crimson1018 BRONZE, Brunswick, Ohio
crimson1018 BRONZE, Brunswick, Ohio
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I approach hell-fire in stormy wrath upon my secret Will, alone. 

The option was only mine again whilst choosing my sacred fate beholds.

Might Satan pick places as heavy as anchors for myself to unwind.

This prison is bitter-sweet, easy to confirm a lovely home tonight.


Man awakes me every night beyond dusk, early birds forget their choir.

Screams echo the hallway, harsh power, with empty strength against our tire.

Please allow my gentle ears reward from horrid noise beneath skin’s lair. 

For, wretched hope becomes one’s only true desire when living seems unfair. 


Nights approach slow, lashes ease upon us without an appeal or warning. 

This feeling of dispersed pain, something we slowly bore until next morning.  

A nightmare pushed against my fragile skull, dreaming of freedom walls beyond. 

My sockets spark water in abstract eyes beneath my lashes tears downfall. 


The author's comments:

This piece was about the Stanford Prison Experiment. I was trying to capture the point of view of the participants involved. The poetic form was an attempt to create a dactyl hexameter which is a type of Homeric writing but I couldn't really understand it specifically so I made up my own and did a pattern of one syllable, 2 syllables, 1 syllable, 2, and each line having 12 words exactly. I am proud of the effort I put into this piece and I hope you like it!


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