Posted April 10, 201015 yr Sometimes I wonder Who is the one I hear Screaming At night Screams of fear Terror Helpless I wake up every night to those screams It's dark Cold Quiet Empty Every night It happens Till I realize The screams are my own
April 11, 201015 yr Yes, screams of pain....beautiful.... its not the screams of pain thats beautiful! Poetry isnt about words... its about the MEANING of the words...
April 11, 201015 yr Of course, poetry is about the true essence, the meaning, the sol the muse within. I do wonderwhere her Muse is, wherefore it had found her.
Sometimes I wonder
Who is the one I hear
Screaming
At night
Screams of fear
Terror
Helpless
I wake up every night to those screams
It's dark
Cold
Quiet
Empty
Every night
It happens
Till I realize
The screams are my own