The wind screams

The ground shakes

And the sky quakes

The world falls apart in front of us.

Tearing, breaking, dying, crying.

Fall

You fall

Gave it your all

Hold the broken pieces together

Bring back the sunny weather.

But you can’t

You drown

You fall through the cracks.

You live a lie and you can’t go back.

And as you fall you wonder, why does the world scream?

Why do the waves pound over and over into the cliffs, bringing death?

Why does fire burn?

You take your last breath. Ready and waiting for the death.

The death of that heart wrenching scream that plagues the world.

And you realize that the world was never screaming.

The world was never broken.

People were broken. People were tearing away the rocks, the world. And it’s not the world that they attack, it’s you.

And no one can hear the scream other than you, no one understands the breaking, the dying.

And the world goes silent.

And the silence is deafening.

This was written by my friend Henry a couple of years ago, I asked him if he had anything I could post or any ideas and he sent me this.