Screams in the Dark
There is not one to save the child
No one to save the man
He screams bloody murder
Inarticulate
His pleas are only noise
Living in this place
Deprived of freedom
Deprived of choice
The walls come crashing down
Heavy brick and stone
Bruising flesh and breaking bone
Smothered beneath a temple of failure
Smothering his sanity
Nurturing a psychosis
Germinated of sanguinary soil
The wilting of dreams
And loss of hopes
Stripped of humanity
Nature’s destroyed
In a barren box
The walls have ears
The ceilings have eyes
But there is no beating heart
He screams
Incomplete sentences
The thinking is too much
Stripped of possibility
of what was
And what will never be
Beneath the rubble now
the screams
Wow, crazy powerful. Intense gut wrenching write.
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It was an intense feeling when I wrote it. Thank you, Kathryn!
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