My Scream Within


Putting pen to paper, and opening ones mind,
Talking to the masses it's only then I find,
Try communication, by exhibiting my soul,
Am I being presumptuous, or am I being bold.

Defining what one's thinking, it's not an easy task,
Setting words beside themselves, potential readers ask,
Explanation's necessary, un-complicating text,
Proclaiming life's illusions, whatever will be next.

Portraits shown on paper, cameras photographing art,
Signatures on etchings, are extracted from the heart,
Divulging notion on a scale, spectators can digest,
Procuring life's communion, will become ones only quest.

Nobility will stand in line, a servant to your need,
Intellectual offers, promise nothing else but greed,
Plausible conclusions, demonstrate a minds pretence,
Everything is ordered, yet it's still not making sense.

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