Immobility

Immobility

A Poem by Pete

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The Scream by Edvard Munch

I open my mouth to scream.
Nothing comes out.
My chords vibrate but a hard truth doesn't move.
The rusted nails hold steadfast.
Quicksand isn't so fast and horror is meant to last.
Tomorrows page stuck to today.
So I pray.
Every day.
In every way.
Relentlessly.
From that place where the air is thin.
And futures grim.
Damn Satan.
God damn him ...
... as my repugnance mimes a most unholy hymn ...



© 2019 Pete


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Added on September 14, 2019
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Pete
Pete

Boston, MA



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