Screams in the night that go unheard by the masses
Victimized by the harshness of pain's unending delight as you suffer
Not one really hears the cries of madness and torment from within you
Living the harshness of being surrounded, but walking the road alone
Why does nobody hear
Echoes in the madness all that can be heard
Still alone with all those that surround
Sorrow brimming with the desire to escape
Screaming no into the heavens from within the soul
Why does nobody see it about to erupt
Howls in the pit heard like whispers from a sweet lover in the ear
Screams of the dammed souls from long past times
Knowing that the road is leading into the fires
Desperately wishing for forgiveness to come
It's all so loud
The shrieks do not stop, even in the density of the gang
Growing like a racing beat of a drum pounding through the chest
There is no respite or solace from what's surging toward oblivion
No frantic looks for a hand out of the hole to find help
Screaming louder at oneself
It was the burden of such weighted knowledge that fractured the mind
Screams of a child taken against its will and tortured as it waits for the end
The anticipation of walking the longest road to the executioner's blade
Helplessly moving through the growth of hopelessness, and its grasping hands
The screams turn to sobs as nobody hears it; hope finally dies
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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