Screams in the Dark

 

The voices echo

In the depths of their own hell.

Screaming, begging, pleading,

Indistinguishable from each other,

Unable to convey their own separate feelings.

Maybe one screams in despair,

Trying to show with her voice the Death

And Destruction rampant in the mortal world.

Another may be begging for hope,

Longing for the people above to find something,

Anything, to cling to.

That one is perhaps pleading for sanity

As she watches brother kill brother,

Son murder father,

Families betray and

Friends backstab.

She begs that humanity

Can retain its reason.

 

The voices of harpies

Reverberating against the concrete walls

That imprison them within their own minds.

Oh, what a tragedy it is!

That humanity does not

Stop.

To listen to their cries,

Their warnings to us–

Do not forget these fallen angels,

For they convey,

In the confines of their hollow voices,

The truth of the world–

If we ignore this truth,

Then surely,

Surely,

We too will be forced to remain

In a Hades of our own design,

Screaming our individual cries

That become lost in the midst

Of all the pleading voices,

Warning the people that

To lose hope

Is to lose everything.

Reviews

[Andromeda]

i really, really like this. it's depressing and uplifting, though i don't quite no how....
yeah, my poem w/ the screaming things in english was way different--kinda dumb actually, about kids trying to study and some over-dramatic movie (such as hamlet) going on next door...ill put it up here eventually.