The Art of Screaming. 

Hold it in 

Long enough

It festers like an infected wound 

A stifled cry 

Meant for release 

But we shove the emotion down 

Deep into the belly of the beast 

Gobbled up by the madness 

We’ve created on our own accord. 

Sitting wild-eyed 

In a room 

With a hundred other faces 

Reach out but nothing reaches back 

A silent scream reverberates 

Through your body 

Up into your lungs 

Through your larynx

And stops. 

Wouldn’t it be easier 

To let it out. 


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