Screaming In Paradise

Angry
Desperate
Hurt
Frustrated
Humiliated
Pushed Aside
Forgotten

Ignite a blue-tip off my tension
And watch me burn
A hole
A wonder
A crying shame
A memory that should never be

My mind
Suspended by a nonexistent cushion
Is on the brink
No respite dreams to waken

The erupting opus in my rift
Knows discord not that chord
An effortless bowel movement
Forget about it
Trying to waltz to this piece of junk manuscript
Is useless
A squandered life

Disappointing to you
Shame
A barge headed to Twelve Point
Midnight runs for self-respect

A monochrome rainbow of downward glances
Piercing even the best armor of hope
Every black and white waiting
To call in a disturbance of their harmony

From sea to shinning sea
There are cries of hunger and pain
Walking among you
God’s Grace has been shed

Screaming In Paradise
No one can see me

Screaming In Paradise
No one can bear me

Screaming In Paradise
Are you listening?

I AM

Screaming In Paradise

James F. Ross

2010

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About James F. Ross

Writing and Photography
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2 Responses to Screaming In Paradise

  1. Wow James, that poem is wonderful. Good work!

    Liked by 1 person

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