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The following poem was inspired by a work of Fuzzness's entitled "Silent Scream". See Fuzzness's poetry

Sometimes I Hear Silent Screams

Part One

I have a heart,
I have a soul..
And in my mind I won't let go...
But I hear..
The sounds...
The cries...
The hounds..
The why's
The tears...
The lost...
The fears...
I know, I cannot let go...

I have a mind..
But not so keen...
I have two eyes...
I have seen..
The words you speak...
Are not new.
The blood that leaks...
Is now so blue...

I heard you there...
I've been there before...
I heard you scream...
I hear it still...
Silence is...
Silence lives....

I heard you...

I know your pain...
I heard you...
I've had the same...
I heard you...

Life is...
What we want.
Life lives...
Its what we have been taught...
But nothing here...
Nothing still...
In the cages,
In the cold...
We have found...
What we have lost..
But in return...

...we get more than we can bear....


I've been there
There before...
Felt the flames
Screamed the screams...
Played the games...
Dreamed the dreams...
We all face it..
In this cold...
We can taste it...
Been with us since we were born...
Nothing is...
Nothing lives...
Maybe now...

Maybe when we die..

Silence kills...
Silence fills...
Those empty places..
Those broken trills...
We find ourself alone still...
Cold still...

Nothing is...
Something was...
Crawling here...
Bearing our souls..
We can fight it...
But not alone..

I have a heart...
I have a soul...
And in my mine I just cannot let go...

©2000 (7th of May) Elizabeth Abigail Clewis


Part Two coming soon...



Dreams and Nightmares


Dreams, a place inside your mind to get away
Or to touch the memories of life in a brand new way.
Twisted turns of blood and powers,
Angels sing and you smell the flowers,
Sweetness sometimes, then sometimes rage,
Releasing the tiger from the cage.

Streets of silver, clothes of gold,
Ribbons, satin, and endless lace,
Dreams to you will ne'er grow old-
Even when wrinkles sit on your face.
The calm air of life and a sense of being,
Towers of song and lakes of love,
A new way of seeing,
Peace brought in on the wings of a dove.
The prince hast fallen from the reign.
The plague sweeps in and covers the town...
Death lays its hand on the ground.
The ice so cold and so hot the fires.
You watch the hanging of your last desires.

Dreams, the light and dark of night,
Cotton and feathers of an angel's wing,
Then sometimes the horrid fright-
The battle and death of a king.
Enjoy those dreams...
Try to feel that way...
Remember the screams-
When you awake the next day.

©1999 by Elizabeth Abigail Clewis




© 2000 Elizabeth Abigail Clewis

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