Muffled Screams




"Muffled Screams"
Unbearable numbness taunts the soul,And the jovial sentiments once lasted is now replaced with despondency.Emotions are repressed as the sob is hastily inhaled,The desperate attempt to crawl under the covers does no good to the blistering skin.
No one ever hears the cries of anguish,As we draw the blinds to shut ourselves,Away from the machiavellian and deceitful world,And all the elixir of life expectations.
Like a whirlwind, the misery of neglect hits,And pierces the heart with multiple daggers.Suffocated within this cluttered space, we layReady to be swallowed by our own melancholy.
By gnawing and quivering, we stay awake the whole night.Despite the nauseating and gut-wrenching nightmares,there still is a constant throbbing of the nerves to fight the fatigue,But Alas! the searing pain is too much to endure.
Dwelling in the darkness all alone,Perilous thoughts to end this hollowness rack the brain.No more agony or empty promises or no more waiting for death to mark its claim,For soon shall these screams be just a part of a faded memory...
P.S: Inspired by one of the New York Times Best Seller Books- Every Last Word by Tamara Ireland Stone.
Every Last Word by Caroline Madsen

These walls heard

me when no

one else could.

They gave my

words a home,

kept them safe.

Cheered, cried, listened.

Changed my life

for the better.

It wasn't enough.

But they heard

every last word.



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