The Scream (London - 1994) Poem by DM W
The Scream (London - 1994)
I hold my spectral, skull like head
In desperation and unleash:
A gut wrenched scream for sanity;
O it's an empty debt to faux liberty!
I have imbibed the bitterest poison;
I have endured the darkest angst,
Yet I cannot break free from the past.
It hover like a solemn, black cloud
Draining all that I feel and am.
I long for holy resurrection!
I long for new distractions!
I long to commune with
Verdant nature's teeming spirit!
I long for love that exudes,
The essence of fiery passion!
I long for insight/ deeper visions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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8/3/2025 12:15:01 AM # 1.0.0
The painting by Edvard Munch (The Scream) immediately came to mind as I read this. Your poem exudes a passionate pleading for something lacking in your life, something to help you make sense of life. Excellent writing.
Thanks Lorraine...this is an old poem from 1994...slightly reworked. I was living in London at the time and very apprehensive about my future...thankfully things have now worked out. Also I'm nearing the end of a fascinating on line modern art course via Oxford University and am covering The Scream for my final assignment...consequently I thought I'd dig out this poem...thanks once again...much appreciated!