I Scream…


A mother without a son

A son without his father

I am without my father

I am without my mother

I am behind bars.

Laughing, wild eyed, at my captor

Pointing with a trembling, rageful finger…


I exclaim! Finger, arm, extending…


Foam and spittle flying…


Finger and arm fully straight

Uncontrollably shaking

From my earthquaking, frantic heart

YOU! I scream…

My whole face flattened against the bars of my cell…Reaching, reaching, reaching and pointing…

My scream follows my arm to my finger,

to the tip…





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