01.01.2008

No Solace

Inside my head a monster lives
hidden from the world.
She dare not show her evil side,
so she resides there on her own.

In times of stress, of fear, of rage
she stands in place and screams

and screams

Tearing from her head her hair
spinning in the breeze.

For she represents what I can’t show
for fear of being discovered.
To write this poem I shan’t continue
for sure it will be uncovered.

But still she remains …
and still she screams

And still she screams

she screams

screams

SCREAMS

And still she screams
For tonight there is no solace.

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