I wrote this poem many years ago after a friend confided in me that she often felt as if there was as scream living inside her. Something triggered my memory of that conversation and so I resurrected the poem. THE SCREAM I don't abide in the usual places dark abysses and lonely places are my home I live in tortured minds and aching souls their suffering is my abode I stretch and strain along muscles tight tense and taut pulsate my venom into cavities fraught with fear and pain Powerfully I spread disease through sinew and vein my mission to constrain manipulate and control the torment of the anguished soul In silence I dwell in an iron cage supressed by anger, entrapped by rage I have no voice, I make no sound you cannot see me I won't be found I don't think of freedom to escape is not my dream BUT if you dare to look and if you dare to touch you may just release The SCREAM!!!! I wonder what your thoughts are on the SCREAM? Here are some questions to ponder. Is it something you have experienced?
What do you think the SCREAM is and how do we release it? Do we need to release it? If we released it what would be left in its place? The poem suggest that we daren't look at the SCREAM never mind touch it. Why is this? Is the SCREAM trying to tell us something? And if so what? Lets explore the SCREAM together. Please leave any comments in the boxes below. Thank you.
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AuthorThe opinions I express here are my own. However I offer them with the word 'syat' next to them. 'Syat' is a word used by the Jain Tribe in India which means 'To the best of my knowledge SO FAR.' In the spirit of openness I invite comments from anyone whether you agree with my point of view or not. In this way we can all learn and grow together. Thank you. Archives
May 2020
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