The Scream

I hear the scream,
Rip through the corridor,
And echo in the room.

I hear the scream,
And cries for help,
To stop,
To go.

I hear the scream,
In one quiet moment,
Then people continue their day

I hear the scream,
And react, turning my head.
No one else turns,
No one else cares,
I am the only one who heard.
They will continue their boring lives not hearing
The scream that ripped through my soul.





Join the Discussion

This article has 6 comments. Post your own now!

Behind_Sapphire_Eyes said...
Feb. 6, 2012 at 9:38 pm
I like the way you describe this and how you tell us how it affects you and how you twisted the visual of it all at the end was unique! Great job! 5/5 :)
 
Free.The.Poison said...
Jan. 15, 2012 at 11:22 am
Nice job of twisting the visuals.
 
RedFeather said...
Jan. 12, 2012 at 7:47 am
Aaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! Great poem. Did you find out who screamed and why?
 
josika said...
Jan. 8, 2012 at 9:13 am
hey! its amazing. i could visualize the whole thing. good job!
 
Lovejuice said...
Jan. 4, 2012 at 3:04 pm
It's sad how true this is... somebody screams for help, or an old lady drops her bag. The world moves on around them, ignoring them, knowing somebody else will do it. Now, on to the poem... I really like how the lines seem abrupt, and how you describe the character looking around for the source, while everybody else sits stone still. Great word pictures, if a bit jerky with the rhythm.
 
Wonderment said...
Jan. 1, 2012 at 4:54 pm
I like the discripton. The way you discribe the scream and the effect it had on you. :)
 
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback