The Scream inside my mind, nothing to see nothing more than a twitch in my one eye, which I do not remember. So far down that is and I believed that I had reached the bottom already, because I still stand. The Scream inside my soul, is shaking my insufficient weak body, make me trembling like aspen-leaf in the breeze. So high I flew off in the sky and the world was mine and I should just take it without trembling or conscience.
The Scream inside me burn holes in my sensuality and penetrate my shield.
The Scream inside me freezes my thoughts stuck in patterns I’ve never seen before.
The Scream inside me erodes away my firm belief that I can handle everything alone.
The Scream inside me thunders away and remove the last vestige of courage which I had saved.
Hovering over a planet where everything was possible, but was hit by something that made me spiral downward. I was so much stronger than life itself, I possessed the essence of life and power and could carry the world. Hovered over my own life and then saw all the shortcomings that existed in emptiness, did not see any guiding fire. I suddenly became cautious and did not dare chance anymore, I died a little and pulled the last of me away.
The Scream inside me telling me all the lies as a human can be exposed.
The Scream inside me returning every day to haunt my wounded soul.
The Scream inside me, fixed me in a stranglehold that nobody can expect to escape.
The Scream inside me, emptied me of life of workers patience and makes me fade to gray.
The Scream in my mind, look now already at me differently than the afraid movements and irrational thoughts. So infinitely far down there is, I dare not look to see the bottom because I know that I need to get down there. The Scream in my mind, creates the frightened and shifty eyes you see now and they see the world completely anew. So far I’ve fallen into non-hunting in the world and I should have taken it with my usual calmness and power.
The Scream inside me is not the voice from the past golden heights and powerful force.
The Scream inside me sneaked in while I slept and was not prepared for battle.
The Scream inside me can be heard echoing through the empty Universe dark infinity.
The Scream inside me, is maybe fates sweet revenge for all the troubles I did.
So infinitely lonely I am now and do not understand the extent of the anxiety that eats us all, even our thoughts. Foolish scenes are set up and old facades are crushed in hell, right here in me and as the unforgiving pain. So infinite lonely are we all when no one is listening or talking to us and instead we are pushed away into oblivion. My thoughts is the truths swirling scratch that,s spoil the delicate interior of our belief and that justice is available to us.
The Scream inside me no one else can hear and be glimpsed only a heavy respiration.
The Scream inside me, thought I was someone else’s pain expressed and not mine.
The Scream inside me, sparing nothing in its devastating way through my thoughts.
The Scream inside me, put my soul desolate and pulls my last strength out of me.
The Scream in my heart, paralyzes my chances again to see the world as it was in glories rays. Insanity thoughts whirling around and grind it fine layer of the beauty of life, cruel and merciless. The Scream in my heart drowns truths and lies and I can no longer distinguish between them. Foolish thoughts deceive our faith in the truth golden glow and will never shine and enlighten us all.
The Scream inside me as no one hears frightens the life out of me.
The Scream inside me is as no one notice the lurking failure in everyone who loses faith.
The Scream inside me whirls around and take all my sane reason from me inside.
The Scream inside me is singing a sick and crazy song for me without words, love and faith.
The inspiration for this very odd poem come from the anxiety people experiences from time to time. Caught in anxiety take away your ability to live in your own true belief. Your choices shall be taken in honesty to your self, don,t be afraid..there is nothing to fear than the fear it self.
Jachso.
Technically this is an extended,free form prose poem ; hugely ambitious in scope and courageous in choice of subject matter. I discerned 18 lines set out in the conventional and recognisable poem style and of and by themselves would constitute a more than powerful and intensive poetic declamation. The prose style paragraphs might serve the understanding of the reader better were they more strongly delineated ,e.g each paragraph might have a numeral suffix,(I),(II) etc. That is not to detract from the work’s inherent qualities and merits,but rather to structure this magnum opus more advantageously.