The Scream

The Scream short poem

Uploaded by Mario Vitale

A tiny seed was planted a time ago..
In time came a sprout out of the fertile soil,
A lone main sat on a bridge look into space
Taking his hands pressed to both cheeks he screamed…

It lit a spark to what he had been waiting for
faces, hands & feet
Shallow pool of water at his side
A willingness to go run away & hide

Viscous long hanging fangs that fright blood dripping off side
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Faces in the window having storms in the night
Eyes with darkened tombstones in his head

The tale of the walking dead
Having to get it out of his system
Shades of darkened portals of yesterday’s passing
He must look deep inside having nothing to hide

The stalk of the sprout is now bearing its timeless fruit

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Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
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