Psychogenic Pain
Screaming is what I heard
Screaming like a flightless bird
I was alone in a cell or in a room
Everyday the screams came with the moon
Tomorrow is a new day
But I'm the same man
The man who grips his pillow at night
Fearing the war he must fight
They say everything will get better
I will oppose that in my suicide letter
I need to state that I'm not that dark
I'm just a man who's is searching for his heart
The screams I heard were from me but its not me
It was a heart that yelled just to be found
A heart that was buried 6 feet under the ground
Will it ever succeed to live
That's one thing I can never give
Copyright © Mohamed Helmy | Year Posted 2016
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