The Scream.

by Poet on the Piano   Dec 25, 2023


I wake up without the scream.
It doesn't seek anything from me.
But swiftly, as I let the sun warm my bones,
it builds inside my lungs.
I tell it to wait, to hold its breath,
yet it never listens.
The scream will eventually be released,
and with it, an ounce of my sanity.

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Written 12/20/23.

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