Language of the Dead

There are screams

Echoing from a distance.

They’re ear-piercing;

Bone-chilling –

I feel my blood run cold.

Where do these screams come from?

Why does no one else

Seem to hear them?

Are they in my head?

Am I going crazy?

Where are they coming from?

 

They become louder

As I approach you.

Do these screams come from you?

Are you trying to tell me something?

What is it?

Why do you scream like that?

Why do you seem to be

Engulfed by such pain;

Such anguish?

Am I the only one who hears

Your cries of torment?

 

I now understand –

This is the language of the Dead.

Only those who care enough to listen

Will ever hear it.

You’re alive,

But inside you’re dying.

I realise what your cries are about.

I feel your pain –

I was once there too.

We’re dying on the inside

And no one cares to hear

Our screams;

No one cares to try and understand

This language we have created;

The language of the Dead…

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel15July08

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is so deeply moving... I know the voices... I've heard them calling out in the night when others slept... Your words so passionately and powerfully reveal the cries that so often go unheeded until it is too late...

Craig

[Emily B]

Your title drew me in and the words did not disappoint. A chilling emotional piece, that created these huge images in my mind of those screaming faces.