Primal Scream

Broken shards of glass... broken mind, spirit, soul;
In my solitude I lie crying,
No I cannot cry,
There’s nothing to cry for.

My soul is empty
My heart is closed
I hide behind life, life as barren as my dreams,
Life as vile as demons in the night.

Should I cry? ...
No not tonight
In my anger I hide
In myself I anger.

Rage
As chaotic as the churning sea
And I feel sick to my stomach.

Wrapped around rage
Angry me ... Ugly me... All I touch is vile;
Perhaps I will just go away.

Letting go ... Perhaps
But that’s not really me.

I am tormented by myself, by life, by dreams.
Who am I, I don’t really know
My mind, my body, spirit, soul
has been broken,
Broken shards of glass, splintering my soul.

Hazel Diane Galati