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The Scream
I’m screaming out but no one hears
I’m all alone and filled with fear
no angels came my soul to save
no savior answered when I prayed
it wore me down for days and days
exhausted-all that’s good decayed
the devil’s instrument at play
I couldn’t keep the sin at bay
and now I have such hell to pay
forever gone I’ve lost my way.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.
Capricious Poet 
It’s really, really scary! honestly!
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Having hell to pay is scary! Lol!
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A worst nightmare which never need come true.
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As long as you’re a good little boy. Lol!
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A strong narrative voice in this form poem. The rhymes create the urgency.
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I think many feel this way especially in these times. Thank you Kerry!
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May it not be so!
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We hope not Rosemary!
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Some souls must feel like that, I imagine.
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I’m so glad you never have Sherry! Thank you!
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Oh I do not think there is danger at the end…
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I can tell you have a lot of faith Bjorn. Let’s hope they recover their faith.
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