Silent Screams Poem by Anna Greco

Silent Screams

Rating: 5.0


My soul is screaming,
but I hold it all in.
All my tears.
They wish to escape these crystal eyes.
I won't let them.

There he is.
I call him 'father'
No, not god.
Hell no.
The complete opposite.

My journey goes back and forth.
Hell to heaven.
It won't choose.
Am I hell's sacrifice?
Or heaven's glory?

Part of my life is hell.
Family problems.
Part of my life is heaven.
Friends.
My home is where hell awaits.

Mortified screams.
Growling voice.
Frightful eyes.
A death filled glare.
I feel one's fear.

Memories cloud my mind.
Is that normal?
For one to feel not her own fear?
Either way,
It all still haunts me.

Her screaming echoes the van,
As large hands grasp tightly at her hair.
His power overcomes her own as she lands on the concrete.
His yells attack her fear.
The words and frightful yells of 'stop' bounce off his chest.

Does a father have this right
The mortified yell of my sister attacked my heart.
I shared her pain, everything I felt.
My words meant nothing to him at all.
His footsteps faded as he walked away.
Relief swept through me.

I knew he wasn't gone for good.
I just wish it would all go away.
For all the yelling to end.
For all the fear to aside.
Everything to just go away.

Only if my friends were my family.
Only if there was nothing to be scared off.
This tears finally fell.
The barrier cracking against my grip.
Is it possible to drown in your own tears?

Her pain collides with my own.
All the people that tease her fragile soul.
Including myself,
I should be closer at her.
I should watch my actions and words.
Her heart won't be beating for much longer.

I could be a better person.
I'm the one to blame.
If her life ends, I'm the reason.
Even though, I try to be the girl that doesn't.

I'm sorry.
I have to live through it every day.
If I could go back, I would.
I hate hearing your crying moans or agony.
It all burns inside.

This hurts even more,
When I'm not the only one that thinks of this.
I'm the burden.
My parents blame me.
They said that I should be more kind,
Well, what about them?

No one ever hears my cries.
It's as if I'm screaming, and people are holding their ears.
They even think I am okay.
Well, I'm not.
I'm sick of living with someone that abuses.
But what can I do, when full of fear?

Ha, he enjoys our fear.
He even seems to enjoy this pain.
And maybe even our tears.
The word 'abuse' was something I denied that he did.
But now, as I think, I beg to differ.

Every day is different.
But so far, every night is the same.
A black murky cloud full of memories.
A pillow stained with tears.
And a heart struck with unwanted pain.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shelly Shelly 09 October 2009

hmm...story of a girl who is trying to revolt the current system..perhaps not happy..from surroundings..but a nice n strong feeling poem... would have been much more better if would not have been so long.. anyway..nicely written..9/10

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