The scream that never leaves

There is a scream that never leaves. 

The red ancient door in the outer room stood decaying. 

Sharp shattered glass hits the damp floor. 

Sleeping trying to end the piercing screams. 

I awoke with a hand full of cadaverous hair. 

Starring into the mirror only to find a desolate reflection. 

There is a scream that never leaves. 

The red door opened with a slow aching creak. 

My mind wandered to the question, who is there?

A gloomy loathsome slumping figure is always there. 

An unpleasant demise of odor filled the air. 

My nostrils filled with a sticky subtle aroma of haunt. 

There is a scream that never leaves. 

Morbid wicked laughing came from the red door. 

The dark form held out a thin rotten putrid hand. 

It pointed to the shattered translucent window. 

I reluctantly gazed out to see with my crimson eyes. 

There seems to be no one there for me to peer upon. 

There is a scream that never leaves. 

The screams come from my perception of the insane filled voices trapped in my head. 

I held my scar riddled hands towards the chamber floor. 

The dim radiated light came in through the crack of the prison red door. 

I held out my cold breath and shut my dark desperate eyes. 

Wishing for the figure to go away back to the depths of hell. 

There is a scream that never leaves. 

I closed my hollow eyes chanting for the malevolent gloom to go away. 

But it would not go, it would never go on it's depraved way. 

The gloomy form continued to point at the liberating window. 

Once again I hesitated to look but eventually glanced out and there lay my decomposing body. 

Rotting in a rapid vapor of sour flesh until my corpse vanished. 

There is a scream that never leaves. 

Screaming came from the crevices of the cruel provoking figure. 

Pleading for it to leave as my blood stained tears streamed. 

The destructive entity chuckled as if it lived in my head. 

I stumbled out of bed and walked towards the sacred window. 

My shoulders dropped in sorrow as I looked back to the condemned red door. 

There is a scream that never leaves. 

The evil screams that formed in my warped insane mind would never end unless I was gone. 

I had to be gone from existence with out a trace to be found. 

The repulsive figure would never leave me to a solitary existence. 

The desolate frightening form pointed to the window until I obeyed it's immoral command. 

I jumped out to freedom to free myself from the enslavement of the screams. 

My distorted body hit the never ending ground. 

At last my mind is liberated from the endless vortex of screams. 

At last the grim ghastly figure has vanished. 

At last my rapid contemplated mind has found a peaceful insanity. 

At last the beckoning shackled red door is gone and is no more. 

There is a scream that has finally left. 

Photo by April Flores

Author's Note

Reviews are always welcomed...

Reviews

[vigilantebastard]

I share your passion for dark alternative thinking. This reminds me of addiction.

[April Blue]

That is very true, my writing does tend to go the the darker side of things.. I have always enjoyed writing that way, it sort of a release for me to write dark melancholy poetry or short stories. Thank you for reading this piece and sharing your thoughts..

[StrongandHelpful]

I love the way you wrote this. The creativity of if it being real or fake, one may never know. It could have been in the mind or real; or both. Very well written and an awesome piece to read.

[April Blue]

Thank you so much for your amazing review.. I agree, could it be real or in the mind..

[Heather Jayne]

I abhor creepy dolls so thanks for that. Haha! But seriously, great write.

[April Blue]

LOL... I have a love for dark things.. Thank you..

[Neil P]

Fantastically written! Great momentum and imagery :D

[April Blue]

Thank you for your kind and generous review..

[Akash gaikwad]

I looked up in dictionary after every passage...your vocab is right on the point...gave me the thrill while reading. I really liked poem.

[April Blue]

Thank you very much for this amazing review... I am grateful for your compliment on my vocabulary..

[Jibey]

The smell of death suffuses this haunting poem. The fascination with death and decay is underlined by the focus on the putrid corpse - a repulsive image that recurs like the scream 'that never leaves'. The photo of the voodoo doll connects the whole writing to the world of shamanism. A powerful spirit pervades the writing.

[April Blue]

Thank you very much for your thorough review.. Your are too kind with your words.. :)

[Ranger Kessel]

I liked this a lot. The only way they go away is when we confront them every day. A courageous write. I appreciate reading it. It is great. Thank you!

[April Blue]

Thank you for reading this, my BFF!!! Thank you for this great review...

[Ranger Kessel]

You just made me smile so big it is ridiculous

[April Blue]

:) :) :)

[Daniel]

That is powerfully written. I enjoy that each stanza has that anchoring line. Also found the red door an interesting metaphor. Does it symbolize those memories, when returned to, that cause us suffering? I know what that is like. Enjoyed contemplating this.

Daniel

[April Blue]

Yes, the red door does symbolize those everlasting screams that cause us suffering... Thank you for reading the poem, I really enjoyed reading your review and your thoughts on it..

[sette]

yes you fight the demons everyday and one day you will just realize it does not haunt you anymore and that is where you feel at peace.

[April Blue]

Thank you for your review...

[sette]

no problem