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.


J.Bibi