Scream Poem by Peter S. Quinn

On to my heart you scream
Like echoes of the dark
Where red in gold stream
To give of winter's spark
Day is of lonely crowd
In gleaming shadows deep
With all its calmly doubt
For loneliness to keep

Its ways are always turning
From everything within
Like evening light adjourning
To dark and its deeper kin
The merging of all matter
Is through the dim squealing
As my footsteps on clatter
And this fortitude is feeling

The echoes that I hear
Are getting all closer still
As dark of the deep is near
With loneliness to fulfill
The lonely voice I can heed
Is within my own thought
Surrounding me with its weed
Of in screams dark wrought

On to my heart you scream
Now leave and go away
Let light come with its beam
And embrace me with its day
Its sinister has deep realm
With pain of its unseen touch
Then cracks me with its calm
And shiver me with its clutch

My heartbeat is now lonely
For I am here on my own
I long for the sunshine only
Form under its winter gown
But deep echoes are calling
Trying to captivate my force
For I am onto the deep falling
Failing to find a correct course