Screams

Screaming out into the night
The fear within taking flight
Frustrations rise like the wind
No longer can I pretend
That all is right and all is well
As I slip down into this hell
A self-made prison built of hate
The walls as cold and dark as slate
And they are closing in evermore
And stifling me down to the core

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6 responses to “Screams

  • Martin Shone

    A self-made prison can be escaped
    with a self-made key to undo the hate
    Squeezing walls all dark and slatey
    push against with your strength almighty.
    Take a breath, a good deep breath and
    bluster away those frustrations
    bluster away those fears
    Take another deep breath
    and sigh a smile
    let those screams run a mile ๐Ÿ™‚

    These feelings are horrible aren’t they?

  • granbee

    One of the very best and most needed posts I have ever read here, Jaded! Thank you for the honesty. I agree with Martin: we do create our own prisons with self-appointed hatreds and then we feed those hatreds until all around us is endanger of imprisonment! Martin’s idea of letting go, really breathing deeply, and “sighing a smile” is definitely a good way to begin our own personal freedom.

    • jadedheart

      Thank you so very much! It’s not a feeling I have all the time, but I have felt this way so often in the past that I felt an urge to try to put it into words. And I agree, Martin did have a wonderful suggestion for when this feeling arises. ๐Ÿ™‚

  • Vampire Weather

    “No longer can I pretend
    That all is right and all is well
    As I slip down into this hell”

    Oh, my soul concurs that vile hurt has vanquished the strength which allowed me to cling to the rope suspended above that hell. Such a magical tragedy. I feel your heart in it–beautiful

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