The Scream

A man screams, in agony.

His eyesight blurry.

A man screams, in happiness.

Those walking behind him stare.

A man screams, in horror.

The boats float on the calm rivers.

A man screams, in shock.

The bridge he stands on seems to shake beneath his feet.

A man screams, in pain.

His body feels wavy to him, like his spine was but a worm.

A man screams, in ignorance of those around him.

The boats hear the scream, the horns on the boat jealous.

A man screams, wishing he could stop himself.

The sky looks red, like the blood that couldn’t come to his face.

A man screams, no longer seeming human.

The blue grass in the distance, wavering when it heard his howl.

A man screams, with no intentions.

The gray cliffside, now the color of his skin.

A man screams, scaring the heavens.

The hell far below him, heard his terror and laughed coarsely.

A man screams, his eyes bulging.

The land between the heavens and hell, undecided on what to think.

A man screams, his hands on his face.

The rushing waters below the bridge and above hell stood still.