Brian Davey Poet Free verse

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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Gregory Richard Barden November 6, 2017 at 1:06 AM To be trapped in a body that won't do what you wish, or that does things you can't control ... a very real and all-too-common nightmare that most people have trouble understanding. Such a poignant and important write, Brian, full of emotion and power. I hope many others get to see this. Congrats on your win and blessings for bringing attention to this. I have had OCD very badly in the past ... it is now "under control", but it will always control me to a degree. Thank you for this, my friend!

Timothy Hicks February 25, 2016 at 10:14 PM Another dark poem, Brian. I've never really witnessed this myself, but you display it so vividly, that it tugs on the heart strings ... and it's a playing a song that no one wants to hear. Your CAPITAL bits really struck a chord and made an impact. This is not a situation that I envy ... very unsettling. Brian Davey February 26, 2016 at 5:20 PM I am happy to hear that amongst all of the dark eerie words that the point of the story is not lost, it is a terrible disease and the person I know who has it has been tortured non stop for all of his 26 years...Terrible. Thanks for reading Timothy I always enjoy reading your poetry and comments

Daniel Turner February 25, 2016 at 7:52 AM It is really a terrible Illness/syndrome. Great poem, looks like a winner to me. Peace my friend:) Brian Davey February 25, 2016 at 4:04 PM You are right Daniel Tourette's Syndrome is a horrible disease without any known cure and to watch it first hand is horrible. Thanks for the vote of confidence also, have a great day my friend.

Damien Knight February 25, 2016 at 6:49 AM How exactly do.you just come up with stuff like this? I am serious? However you do it keep on doing it that way, I have never read anything close to what you write and how well you do it ! I am in awe of your talent especially like Silent One said about your dark poetry it is eerily good, very good. Look forward to the next one Brian Brian Davey February 25, 2016 at 4:03 PM As I just told Silent I have seen many terrible things in life so the dark poetry obviously stems from that. Thank you for such a nice comment maybe over credited but very nice all the same