This is the first time i've attempted to write about this...well, here goes.

The Scream

Seven hundred boiling nights and restless days piled like dry tinder in my mind,
Like swift and violent rapids, a coiled spring that can't unwind.
I choked on my hate and bitterness, its acid bile surging angrily,
I lived hardly more than a corpse, yet again you tried to destroy me.
That filthy touch broke the camel's back, but forced it through the needle's eye.
Like lightning in tinder, like bursting of dams, I voiced a terrible cry.
Of mind and soul cruelly damaged, and a heart sorely wronged,
Pain and fury pushed within me, held inside for far too long.
My face contorted, hot tears streaming, blinded by intensity
Yet deep within this raging madness, I regained my sanity.
Carried on its sulfurous breath, it led me back to when I dreamed..
I could not have gone on living; my salvation was my scream.
It consumed me like a fire, purged the demons in my soul.
And I rose out of the ashes, weak and damaged, finally whole.
Its echo lives inside me, goes on ringing in my ears,
Though the tone has changed to triumph, no more chords of rage and fear.
This scream lives to remind me that I was born to fight.
A clarion call to tell me I shall not succumb to night.