A piercing scream
Shattering your heart
It stops you in your tracks
It comes again
You know the sound
The pain
It’s physical
It’s mental
It’s all consuming
You can’t breathe
You can’t think
Rooted where you stand
You watch
As it replays
That day
The moment
It’s cold
It’s black
Tears flow freely
The agony
You know
Her pain


About Lulu

I take pleasure in the simplest of things. But most of all I enjoy the stillness, there is so much I feel in it.
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8 Responses to Scream

  1. Nishi says:

    Pain our own or another persons can be quite disturbing an experience..nice poem Lulu!


  2. Empathy is a blessed thing to have and you expressed it in a beautiful way. Thanks. And thanks for your comments and likes. I really appreciated it.


  3. reocochran says:

    I really believed this was real. It is well written and I can picture my hearing this sound, feeling the other’s grief and sadness. I also can picture the sound from someone abused, know the tears shed due to this situation, having worked at a battered women’s shelter. You mention ‘death’ in your list of descriptions, Lulu. So, this is a moment where you felt her pain and agony, which may also have been your own anguish, at another time. I hope you did not lose a child or sibling. Take care and this was chilling in its reality! Great job!


    • Lulu says:

      It was real and déjà vu for me. I knew the moment she screamed what the police officers had told her. I wrote it as poem because it’s easier for people to relate to.


  4. Wow, I feel the pain 😦

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