I Scream

Written pre deletion day. Not necessarily a poem but a rant or barrage of angst.

 I scream

 

Why does it matter how deep the knife runs to the vein,

Pray tell me why is there a need for blood to be seen?

The essence of humanity does not have a colour,

It is not red for pain; it does not have to be seen to exist.

We name it? We blame it? We categorise it, but what use is that?

Identification does not exonerate the voyeur from responsibility,

Sometimes they way we are, who we are, what we are does not mend,

How can we heal that which is an intricate mechanic of our mind?

Internal battles are fought and lost, do not assume victory,

For the clarity of vanity is the sin of the every day ignorant.

 

I am still hurt, I am still broken, I am still me,

Why can’t I forget you, I am tired, so very tired of it all.

 

 

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

I really like how you've expressed your thoughts on pain here. Pain is so subjective, no one should be judging another's experience of it and we don't necessarily need to rationalise it or produce definitive symptoms of it or any of that crap. I think this is a poem; it has flow and the language is crafted...no one can deny that it is poetic. This piece made a nice change for me from the over-simplistic.

"How can we heal that which is an intricate mechanic of our mind?"

"Identification does not exonerate the voyeur from responsibility"

[two amazing lines]

Overall, a great poem - or whatever you'd prefer it to be called.
Thanks for posting it.

[fireblossom]

There are writers who touch me. Manoosh Crook is one. She stands up on the podium under the glaring lights and speaks for me. Her sacrifice is a kindness to those of us who feel better in the shadows. "Yeah, she said it...there, that's the way I feel sometimes...do you get me now?"

Manoosh had we been children together I couldn't have protected you but I would have loved and healed you. If you were close by me today I would run to your screaming. I will do the best I can from across the pond. Do you see my hand reaching for you?

[Emily B]

The essence of humanity cannot be seen, neither can healing. There is no color, no sound, no tell-tale wound to tell the tale. I like this poem. And it absolutely is a poem. It made me think and feel, and I found myself reading it again because there were so many layers. Cheers.

[C]

Wow, I usually don't like writings that have to deal with pain, but you did this one very well. I like the whole idea of not needing blood to show pain.

[Laura Sparkle]

"I am still hurt, I am still broken, I am still me,
Why can't I forget you, I am tired, so very tired of it all."

Heh.. words so familiar... hopefully all is well. :)

[Dorothy]

Wow! Powerful, beautiful, and sad. I like this one a lot. I must say I've been there. It sucks to feel broken. Great write!

[Yvonne Heidt]

Well, it's definitely a barrage of excellence, that's for sure. What raw emotion that you have here. I'm not going to assume what your pain is - but it reminded me of my addictions. Wow - this piece really touched me and I will think of it long after I hit "submit review" THAT is excellent writing.

[Celtic Cat]

Seems like a poem to me, although a pleading one. I can feel the anguish in this, and I can relate to it whole-heartedly. It's very sad, and more universal than perhaps we'd all care to admit. I hope you find peace soon.... you deserve it, my friend.

[Rebecca]

Kudos - you express your pain in such an amazing way. And relatable as well. I've wondered the same things myself. Naming something does not lessen or justify pain; we feel what we feel and the effects/toll that life takes on us should not be named simply for the sake of identification. Pain is pain, no matter how you spell it out. Thanks again for taking the words out of my heart and putting them on the page.

[Zane Mathias]

awe. it will be ok- one day you will wake up and you will say what was his name. time mends all or at least that is what i am told. oh and PS..... this does not seem like you are laughing.hehehe