The silent scream

Cassandra's curse is floating, haunting deafening scream in a void of darkness To appease my senses and turmoil inside a world I created to outrun here and now surreal like waves frozen in motion where innocent souls come for peace so those who died too soon, bewildered at the claws of the cruel, wicked men with love in their hearts no longer repulsive, repugnant, revolting … Now innocent souls open their eyes in a strange land behind this world fooled in their senses and sudden passing calling to loved ones unknowingly, sadly for echoes of their voices alone return painfully revealing, that they are no more The Ancient Book says our days are grass as the flowers of the field so we bloom and Cassandra your presence here I deny Still life snubbed out by evil men unfulfilled dreams and potential huge past understanding, not realized, wasted tears of their loved ones fill a lake feeding tiny brooks and crystal fountains beauty abounds in hills and valleys clouds shape dreams and wishes at will your face Cassandra swims into view mountains majestically cling to the blue trees in all shapes and sizes and yields life in grandeur like the First Paradise yet all this, my own doing, make believe meager attempt to deal with the senseless the killings and the rapes and the crimes my fantasy haven for the innocent souls futile at best, now Cassandra I am you hell awaits this place I return to a real world with pending doom foretold misunderstood, ill begotten, yet accepted here, in the Land of the silent scream …