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The Scream

By Shada. T


Did I scream...? Did I?

No….probably not.

But then why not? 

How would I ever know?

Did they hear me?

But do they ever?

It is in my head….heaped up….one over the other

….The SCREAM

Can I scream?

How would it feel to scream

But again I would never know…

Who has stopped me after all?

Or is there someone stopping me from,

letting my pain speak??

Or is it ‘something’?



Why  wouldn’t  I  just scream???

What does it take to scream?

What does it even mean?

Is it my soul making its way out to,

The eternity??

Or is it just scream?

I must scream…once…NOW

Yes! I did……I screamed!

Did they hear me at all?

Are their gazes on me?

No not a turn….not a blink…not a budge!!

Wasn’t the scream loud enough??

Or  were their minds  louder?

Or did I really scream??!!

Yes I did in fact howl..!

What is scream after all??

A façade?

NO…..Liberation.


By Shada. T



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