Screams

Feeling trapped.

Glass shivers,
My throat, sore;
High-pitched screams,
Heard from miles away,
Though no one aware.

Tensed fingers
Dig my scalp,
Forming trails of blood
To rush
Down scarred skin.

Tears blur my vision,
A distorted reflection.
My body shakes,
If cold;
Head bowed in pain.

Mascara lines
Cascade
My blotched face.
Eyes dead,
Staring into one another.

Left palm
To left palm;
Right palm
To right palm.
Fists create shattered pieces. 

Author's Note

Do you think there is enough emotion?

Reviews

[Emunah June.]

“Fists create shattered pieces.”

Wow.

That line was the best line in the entire poem. The entire thing takes the reader on an emotional roller coaster. I can really feel your inner turmoils, almost as if they’re my own. Writers who have the ability are the ones who tend to go far in the field. You’re amazing by far, one of the best writers I have seen on this site.

[Blue Belle]

Thank you so much! I love that line too! :)

[knapp darko]

I loved this, it kept me hooked from start to finish, great use of words I look forward to reading more of your work keep it up your writing is really interesting to read

[Gregory Stires]

i like how it shows your inner turmoil of feeling trapped and when i read this line i saw a person with their head down sobbing in a bathroom with a reflection of themselves haunting them through the mirror.

[Shaquana Adams]

I definitely think there is enough emotion. If anything you can add more to the first 4 stanza's and leave the last one alone. Good job :)

[Blue Belle]

Thanks for the review.

[Shaquana Adams]

You're very welcome