But it all got lost in my screams . . . .

But it all got lost in my screams . . . .

A Poem by Priest Rada
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Nov. 30th, 2004

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There is nothing as timeless as Love
And nothing wrong with a Heaven up on high
Nothing wrong with a moment alone
To find a piece of peace or understanding
Or a place to call home
Look back at ghosts from the past
At the time we thought they would last
In trying so hard to find our way
Screaming so loud for something to . . . SAY!!!
If you listen - could they then hear
And if you looked - could they then see
Letting the music pave a way
Through a world so numbed by noise
Let your voice carry the words
That will tear the frustration apart
Yet, guns scream inside my head
As bullets sweat to touch your flesh
For I know that I have come undone
(and to me now)
These precious things have been taken away
All these precious things are worthless
I wish to feel myself touching you
Instead of watching you pull yourself away
Feeling as soft as ice and just about as warm
I know my heart can't melt you
Nor can these words
So no songs will I sing to you
I must pick my way through
Never knew life outside my dreams
Thought I had something to say
But it all got lost in my screams

© 2008 Priest Rada


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Wow. I really like this.
I love the emotion put into this.
For some reason once I started reading, I couldn't stop.
My favorite part was:
"Through a world so numbed by noise
Let your voice carry the words
That will tear the frustration apart
Yet, guns scream inside my head
As bullets sweat to touch your flesh
For I know that I have come undone "
I'm not sure what it was, but I found this piece captivating
-E.M.R

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Priest Rada
Priest Rada

Fairhaven, MA



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