My Screams smile
In the depths of pain darkness descends
Sleep and I become the best of friends.
Nightmares haunt my many moods,
Giving my mind time to brood.
I cannot escape I enter further into the abyss,
I reach for compassion but met by insanity’s kiss.
“Where do I go?” My screams smile. No one can hear,
No sight, no sound, just my lonely journey into fear.
“Release me. Please release me from misery’s hold,
I feel a chill taking over, my heart is growing cold.”
Crying does little good for no one shares my pain,
Ashes before my eyes, fiery embers tears, of rain.
© Cynthia Clark
My Screams Smile Part 2
“NO. I cannot give in. Wake up.” I cannot let them win
I try to stir. I need to start over. I need to begin again.
Opening my eyes, I falter. Life. Ha. Death on earth,
Spinning round and round the voices merriment, such mirth.
Sleep, deep sleep, do not worry for your soul we have won,
There are many, you are one, a brain harvest, it can be done.
I fight. My strength was lacking but such pain a nightmare of shreds,
I could not let them win. They wished me to be dead.
They pulled me under I could feel my screams as they smiled at me,
“Come. Come now, wrap theses chains tightly you do not wish to be free.
But I DID. I DO. As from the ocean depths my drowning soul rose above,
Capturing rays of bright sunshine and Father’s merciful love.
“Bring me peace, I wish you gone,” my whisper told my screams,
Tis useless to fight us we are here and everywhere even in your dreams.
The voices tried to scream their rage, they really tried to fight,
But my whispered voiced carried such wisdom, such strength, and might.
I rose from my visions, my staggering voices and my screams smile,
I am me once again. My screams no longer smile, but my laughter will for a long while.
© Cynthia Clark
Thank you, Lee. It is appreciated.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting. It is appreciated.
This is written very well, Cynthia, and feels so real we can nearly see the character trapped in this dark place with no signs of hope or light. But it isn't over. Would love to read a sequel!
Thank you so much for sharing this psychological poem, we appreciate it!
I can feel the desolation when I read it...