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Tower of Screams
Tower of Screams Shake, rattle, and roll as the obscenities pour from his troubled mouth, troubled mind, and tortured Soul! Poor, poor little boy unable to control the uncontrollable, so hard to console the inconsolable... It is a pain to observe, imagine the pain within him? Can you hear the screams, the nightmares are real, the fear is constant, happiness is immediately replaced by the Demons within, good can't win, not this one, it belongs to sin... Incoherently mumbling...something...but nothing...except obscenities, they flow free here in his screams, they are bellowed out loud in his dreams, which are never-ending so it seems, he screams...and screams...and screams... life is all tragedy without relief, this is beyond belief, a terrible disease, he believes, really believes that he is in Hell...and I am beginning to think that maybe...just maybe he is unfortunately right... Because only Evil itself would continue this child's suffering... and the suffering that we share watching him... Unable to do anything... WE CAN'T DO ANYTHING!!...NOTHING!!... But continue to suffer with him...as we are here just stuck on the Tourette's of his Syndrome without ammunition... Just listening...and listening...to this tortured child cry... Entered into contest: "Deep & Dark II" Hosted by: Laura Loo Poem Revised: 10/25/17
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