Scream

A Poem by Laurenm

A screaming man stood in the square,
Onlookers paused, no thought to blink.
But neglect did not provoke his prayer:
Paper clothes his chest; covered in ink.

Held so tightly, not read aloud,
For he was not there to stand and preach.
The man never wished for a crowd
that he could scream parable to teach.

Colour splashed, brightening within,
The paper now filled with crimson red.
Ink rising from under his skin,
Screams of prayer still sound misread.

A lifeless man lay in the square.
His grip relaxed, the words now free.
Scream now ready for him to share;
the note joined the ground willingly.

A screaming man stood in the square,
screams so loud to take his breath.
Studying the paper unaware,
One wife's suicide - her husbands death.