The Scream Within

Standing as I gazed out across the fjord at Ekeberg, I beheld the sky turn red as that of the blood that runs through my veins

in that moment a strong melancholy coursed through my ailing body and mind like the first intense shiver on a cold December morning

leaning against the fencing for a semblence of balance and stability, I felt overpowered and exposed by everything and nothing all at once

exhausted from life and its many inescapable anxieties, fears and reminders of mortality, the kind that grip you and never let go

not one soul from the party of friends and associates I was walking with, stopped or took any note or showed regard for my internal suffering as

chaos filled my mind, weighed me down, I felt an inexplicable, otherworldly response from the black-blue of the fjord and city, an

endless scream passing through nature

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Author's Notes: As highlighted in the subtitle, this is an exphrastic based on The Scream by Edvard Munch. I was researching the painting for another piece I was working on and discovered the "scream" was supposed to be like an internal scream through the natural world.

"Secret suffering is crueller than public misery." - Voltaire, Candide.

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