swallowing screams

My throat is hoarse
coarse, loaded
my fingers ache to wrap themselves
around the air and strangle
itís unending voice

I am everything I shouldnít be
I am cold and cruel and angry
I am violated and unheard

The walls have turned their ears
from the screams
I donít know how to swallow

Everyone is talking
but no one is listening
it could be the story of my life
only I am no better
a perpetual victim
to my own crimes

So I stand alone in the rain
and hope this rage will fizzle out

© Indie Adams 2014
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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