SCREAM

SCREAM

A Poem by Mary Fioratti

 


 

 

SCREAM

 

that morning

when your soul cried for me

I was there lurking

in that window

your were looking at the landscape

deep in thoughts

and your emotions

transformed into a scream

at that moment ...

my eyes filled with tears

I went inside of your body

and could see

your heart beating, distressed

your blood pulsating stronger

your anguish

the desire to go down that road

and leave it all behind

that morning

I felt your fear, your confusion

you asked me for help

your heart screamed so loud!

tears fell down on my face

and in my thought I hug you

(sweet moment)

your scream calmed down

when back to reality

it was faced with the impotence

to change today ...

I wish I had the power

to touch the clock of time

with my fingers

and make you follow that road alone

and in that urgent appeal

to find your path

your scream, silent, guarded

suffered, imprisoned , prohibit,

full of pain

made us accomplices

and was almost a moment of love

 

*Mary Fioratti*

© 2012 Mary Fioratti


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"I felt your fear, your confusion
you asked me for help
your heart screamed so loud!
tears fell down on my face
and in my thought I hug you
(sweet moment)"

You have a wonderful style and wording...:)................

Posted 5 Years Ago


What a curious piece. Your picture...the pretty font...it's all so lovely. And then there's the title...

SCREAM

It's like you are trying to instill peace amongst the tempest storm. You are the peace keeper in this writing. Your goal...

to silence the scream with the calm of your words.

to silence the scream with the hope of heart.

to silence the scream with a consoling touch.

beautiful....

Posted 7 Years Ago


Another lovely flowing and deeply emotional piece. It feels like you were trying to help a friend but it was almost reaching desire?

Posted 7 Years Ago


Such a beautiful poem, the love in you is high, and wise dear. Welcome back xx

Posted 7 Years Ago


We can only give support to the ones we love but in the end they still need to stand on their own. Your poem shows great compassion and loyalty.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on July 2, 2012
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My real name is "Maria Ines", some people call me Mary or Maria. I am originally from Brazil, and I have lived in USA for 20 years. I live each day as the last. Breath life. Love people. Always in .. more..

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