His scream echoes through the cluttered forest of my mind
His wild and reckless voice
Is laced with agony
Fear, but excitement
Joy
He's crazy, he's an animal
But he's wild and he's free
He runs with nothing to hold him back
Insanity pulses through him with every heartbeat
He's dark and deranged
He knows that no one would understand
But he doesn't care
He doesn't lend a thought to what anyone else has to say
The only voice he heeds is his own
And rightly so
He runs with nothing to hold him back
He lets himself loose as the insanity pours through his body
Nature is the painter and he is her canvas
He crushes the leaves with his bare feet
Tears of happiness stream down his face
As he lets out another crazed shriek
His chains are broken
He's been set free
His addiction that held him hostage
Was broken in the end
The chains that bound him down
Were weaker than him,
He was strong and he broke them
He ripped them apart with one mighty tow
His screams echo through the cluttered forest of my mind
His heart is broken, but it keeps beating
His heart crumbles but it keeps on beating
Faster and faster inside of his chest
He's about to explode
He runs and he runs, but can he break free?
His soul is screaming
His soul is pounding on the door of it's cage
Pounding hard against his chest
Begging to be released
Everything inside of him needs out of his body
Another scream escapes him
His veins are popping
His vocal chords stretch
He shrieks, he screams
Because he is free
YOU ARE READING
middle school poems & stories
Poetrycan't classify most of this as poetry but I also can't really classify it as anything except bad
