This poem was awarded first place in a competition on one of the Internet Poetry Forums. It was written in response to viewing the wonderfully evocative pastel drawing by Svede, and I am very grateful to him for allowing me to use his drawing here. To visit Svede's own very interesting art/poetry site please click the logo below.

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The Scream
In the deep dark midnight hour,
surronded by night's umber arms,
In constant pain, under attack, a prisioner
bound by memories chains,
Inwardly I scream.

Assailed once more by vivid dreams
of things which were or might have been,
I struggle up and peer in vain
For that which could bring peace again.
Inwardly I scream.

In hopeless panic I sink back as siren voices,
from the past, brush my ear and whisper,
"Come, love is here!" But fearing darkness
I withdraw. In desolation's grip once more -
Inwardly I scream.

-© J.M. Lewis July 2001-

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