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The Scream

I stood alone, my empty room dark and desolate,
Across I could see scattered across the floor
An array of bits and pieces
As I approached they became unmistakable,
I stopped in pain , in fear.

My mind spinning frantically, I sat down
A lifetime of broken dreams and hopes were there,
Spread about me, each one demanding, that now was the time,
The time that I make them to come true.

The dreams I had abandoned, the dreams I had forgotten, the dreams incomplete
The unattainable dreams, the dreams I let slip through my fingers.
The dreams I let others control and destroy,
They were all there.

I sat in silence, dismayed at the quantity of broken dreams.
I felt powerless, defeated, and incapable of dealing with them,
Yet they still were demanding with such rage, to be fulfilled.

The sound of their demands grew stronger,
Each one insisting now was the time.
They wanted me to make them come true.

I could not tolerate hearing them anymore
I closed my eyes and covered my ears, needing but a moment of peace.

Yet within I could hear a persistent cry, growing louder and more intense.
A sound so painful, so full of dread, so desperate
I sat there mystified,
A scream so deafening welled up inside
Violently it came forth from my lips, a primal scream.

The scream, a cry for forgiveness, a cry of regret for all that I had lost.
For all that I could not make true, a cry of loss
To them, all my broken dreams I asked forgiveness,
Embraced them and finally let them go.

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