Screaming

a poem by Tony Gill

Our voices ring out, no one is listening
Our screams don’t penetrate their selfless hearts
For they love us, and they don’t want us to know
For the truth would make our veins erupt in pain

Our blood bursts from our lungs, how long
how long have we been screaming
Since the first tick of the clock, the morning
We are so lost, we tread in the sages wake

A tisket a tasket, Ill scream while in my casket
The happy tune that rang in peace
Is blocked out, by the screaming, we’ll die soon
All alone, screaming, screaming, screaming