Locked Inside the Screams

Locked Inside the Screams

A Poem by Demyra
"

The things that go on in my head...

"

I'm claustrophobic, I swear it gets hard to hold it,

So just when I fold it, my mind has gone and sold it...

 

Last night everybody died,

Suffered and cried,

It gets harder to hide,

But I don't know how much more I can take...

Every night it's something new,

Even more tragedy falls through,

Nothing else I can do,

I think my mind's finally going to break...

 

Can anyone understand how it feels?

I die, and then I'm alive...

Every moment at rest soon kills,

And I stir just to take the dive...

 

I can lie in bed,

Glock against my head,

Pull the trigger, I'm wide awake,

Then I realize it's all a fake...

 

I saw her beaten, could do nothing to help,

Couldn’t hold her, couldn't kiss one single welp...

 

Last night everybody died,

Suffered and cried,

It gets harder to hide,

But I don't know how much more I can take...

Every night it's something new,

Even more tragedy falls through,

Nothing else I can do,

I think my mind's finally going to break...

 

 

Everything that can go wrong will,

Sometimes I believe it's all becoming real...

When the gun goes off and I cease screaming,

Only then do I wake up and realize I'm dreaming...

 

Every night, I watch them suffer,

Every night, one after another...

 

 

Last night everybody died,

Suffered and cried,

It gets harder to hide,

But I don't know how much more I can take...

Every night it's something new,

Even more tragedy falls through,

Nothing else I can do,

I think my mind's finally going to break...

© 2008 Demyra


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Wow, the pain here is all too real.

It's been a while sense I visited your style of writing. You've always had a way of griping the reader...in your stories too you know, taking a strong hold of them, and just not letting go. That's what you've done here.

''Can anyone understand how it feels?

I die, and then I'm alive...

Every moment at rest soon kills,

And I stir just to take the dive...''


In a sense yes, I understand.

Sometimes we can feel like everything's okay. We're able to live somehow. And then....everything falls apart...

But there's always the chance to live again Demy. We just have to choose to.^^

Anyway, if you ever wanna tak about -anything-, I'm here friend

-Dream



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 24, 2008

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Demyra
Demyra

Columbia, SC



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