The Point of Screaming

A heavy weight sets itself atop of my

shoulders and in my heart.

I know my heart is thumping wildly

within my chest, yet I can hardly feel it.

I can hardly feel anything, only the panic

that coarses lucidly in my veins, shocking throughout my body.

My breathing is ragged, coming out in uneven,

gasps of midnight smoke.

The atmosphere around me is dull,

lacking the beauty of color,

Gaining a macabre decor.

There is no grey and white,

I only see black.

A suspicious wind silkily brushes against

my cheek, sending chills electrically down

my spine.

I shiver, what a cold feeling.

I feel as it mockingly swirls on my body

effortlessly stealing my last bit of warmth,

Leaving me with nothing but a freezing, empty feeling.

Then, everything come to an abrupt halt.

Even time itself seemed to freeze.

By now, I just want to leave.

I can't take it anymore!
I attepmt at moving, yet my legs don't budge.

The walls are closing in on me, suffocating me.

Darkness clouds around me ever so unelegantly.

I shake my head, "No! No!" I tell them.

Yet the walls cave in even closer.

"No!" I sob, but they don't leave me alone.

My trembling knees give out beneath me,

Letting me fall to the ground.

My fists beat against the hard floor.

I hit it harder and harder.

"Help me! Get me out!"
I ignore the sickening cracks in my hands,

And am oblivious to the settling bloodstatins on the stone.

Please, why won't it just stop?

My hands fall numbly to my sides as I

let the tears fall freely, letting the skip down my cheek.

I can hear them laughing at me.

The walls cave closer, and the soot dusted shadows

Sweep murkily to me.

And all I want to do is scream,

scream so hard my lungs burn

and my throat hurt and the walls shake and the

shadows shiver and finally someone sees me and rescues me from this hell hole.

I want to scream so loud that the universe will hear me,

and save me from this place.

I want to scream! Just want to shout!

I try and try to,

But they won't let me.

They won't let me escape.

I try again.

Finally, I give in.

The darkness takes over as the walls break down.

I could almost sigh as one last tears falls down.

And all I can do is cry because what is the point of screaming when no one will listen anyway?