` Screaming Fading Words `

` Screaming Fading Words `

My hands are getting old
My No.2 pencil is dull
My poetry is fading

Searching for those artful words
When discovered
will be written with lies
will be written with promises 
will be written to be wise
But written from the soul

You gonna want to dream them
You gonna want to graze them
You gonna want to flip through them
all day long

Trust me
You're gonna want to read them
Those screaming fading words

Cause
My hands are getting old
My No.2 pencil is dull
My poetry is fading
You might wanna read them
Before they wither and die

That poetry of mine
Faded as they seem
Those screaming fading words

Words ✍sjbeaux
Artist 🎨 Edvard Munch
The Scream (1893)

~Writer's Thoughts ~

Sometimes it seems as if I am suspended in the moment. Moaning words fading with age, my contemplations drifting precariously into a infinite void, turbulent  recollections that sliver through my soul—those words of mine, wanting to be released before they scream out, withering as they die.

~ Inspiration  ~

"His mind became clouded. He felt his anger fighting to be released. He wanted to break something. The pain he began to feel in his arm was unbelievable. He shut his eyes tight and tried to resist the temptation to scream."

- Jason Medina, 

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