63. Screaming

There are screams travelling across rooftops tonight,
Making their way to my ears and yours.
Screams emanating from a fire that burns within a soul so wounded and torn.
Do I shut my eyes to the noise and pretend I hear nothing?
Somewhere, someone is in pain.

Another minute goes by.

I turn to look at you and I know you hear it, too.
The screams grow louder.
Why do we pause?

Are we so absent from life?

I remember that time we argued.
Our voices shrill with anger,
Our hatred boiling over.
Nobody listened
To your cries or mine.

The screams grow fainter.
Perhaps,
It was no use trying.

©Brindology 2016

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