Witchcraft of Poetry
journey through cosmic silences...
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
The Scream
the doings that I could undo haunt;
like that speeding train rushing into my face;
and a sweat enough to inject a shiver,
a scream enough to scare the scarecrow,
i scream scared;
scared of how the world spun;
in silence i scream!!
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