Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Friday, 18 May 2012

The Echoes of a Scream

As the blade in the sunlight glints and shines-
The storm of fury and anguish begins to run amok
A door forced down and urgent cries-
All fade into an invisible and silent hell,
Sharp is the cut which rips apart the skin,
As on the shoulders of a child is placed a burden,
Of a world suddenly become a searing inferno.
Yet still, the echoes of a scream leave no trace,
As into speechless hysteria the furore does lacerate
And then the manifestation of a wound internal-
Is awakened routinely to become a release from rage-
Ever irrespective of place, time and a stronger age.


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