Beautiful imagery, I can totally relate to it. Especially the electricity bit. One thing, wouldn't flashlights shine in your face, not into it? And cheer up, love is supposed to be a good thing. I feel the whole late-night depressed thing, though. Emotions always seem extra sharp in the middle of the night, don't they? Can you even respond to unsigned reviews.

Uh, ciao. And don't run to the police or something, you know where I live, too.

Very Wuthering Heights-ish. I couldn't tell if you loved or hated the man/woman. (By the way if you haven't read Wuthering Heights read it)VERy dark poem but very good.

This is great, you capture that feeling perfectly. Keep it up