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MysticSeamaiden
Dreama Jenn
United States, il, chicago

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The Silent Screams

The lone child shaking at silent screams
Soon the day will end bring the night
As the night will surely fall
The screams will become louder

No one hears the screams but the child
She alone can hear them, Oh how she hears them
The screams do not come from only one

They are the screams of millions
Souls that have lost their way
Demons that play for keeps
Angels that cry for the loss
Children that fear the night
These are some of the owners
The owners of screams so sad
Screams of anger, pain and remorse
Screams that most ignore

The child sits on her bed
She is awaiting the screams chorus
The song of despair and hopelessness
The tawdry voice of fury
No way to stop the screams
For this child alone cares
Cares for the souls, demons, angels & children

She feels the pain of all
She has been cursed to see the evil
The evil all possess within themselves
The evil many use against another

The stench is strong
She is the forgotten child
The one all fear
For she is not like the rest
No sound does she make
She never speaks a word
Never has a smile passed her lips
No tears have fallen from her eyes
Not even a sigh does she make

She has been written off
Diagnose as insane
Although she is only fourteen
Many fear her silent ways
They locked her away
In a place 'for her own good'
For if she does not speak
One cannot know what she is thinking

The truth is there, the fear is real

She does not speak
For at the tender age of six
She told the tale of truth
She dared the world with her words
Telling all that if humanity did not change
Only the depraved and Mephistophelean would live

She spoke only the truth

Her repayment was a room with bars
To forever keep her quiet
Many tests did they run
On this child of six

What they found scared them all

She was not like them
She had no anger
None could provoke her
She had no demands to be met
She loved them all
No matter their wickedness
This cannot be allowed

They all thought

So away she went to protect us don't you know
Many of the things she said
Have came true to the doctors dismay
Now the scientists come into play
More tests they demanded

We must find her secret

For if we do we will be the most powerful
Try as they might
No secret did she tell
No magic did she show

As she stopped talking
Slowly they went away
Shaking their heads in dismay

Now she knew their secrets each and everyone's
She saw their fear and their fates
Yet never again will she talk

For when she told them all their dirty secrets
When she cried tears of blood
When she refused their deals
They had to do it, or so they say
They locked in a padded room with a lock

Then they took her tongue & sealed her eyes

No more secrets will she say
No more tears of blood will she shed
She will never refuse us again

Yet they will never know

This child all alone
Could and would destroy them all
So with every scream she hears
With every tear she must hide
Her secrets are told to those insane

~~I know this is a long poem, I sometimes think I should try to make this into a short story~~

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celticbard Comment by: celticbard - 2007-08-20 11:18
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wow, very powerfull descriptive piece there, you really captured a dramatic, great thought inducing read, i like your style dark and interesting
DamienDread Comment by: DamienDread - 2007-08-20 07:50
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I really like the bleak, hopeless feeling to this piece. You establish the feel of a neglected child and then amplify it to an inhuman extent, which gives the whole piece a supernatural feel to it.
You're writing is very theatrical ,darling and there's nothng wrong with that, however, I feel that you may be putting in too many aspects to one poem.
Take one aspect of this poem and run with it. Or take the several ideas you wished to put into it and make a series of poems.
Take my "chronicles" poems. They are all different aspects of the same subject matter.
All in all, a good poem.

D.Dread
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