Screams of the dead

The screams of the dead is never heard. Painful memories and unpleasant events of life. Those break us and turn us into a different person. Hope less souls. Its a shame that they die with out reciving what they deserve. I feel pity for them it makes me sad . To a point where I cry for them.

Every person in "screams of the dead" is lost in pain. My poetry is a way I express their pain the one's who died and the one who's living with a dead soul screaming for mercy and help. A warm hand is all they ask. But the world always laughs. In the end no-one is your friend. The way I feel is what I write I'm kind of lonely so please be by my side.

The poetry I write is my painful memories and the painful memories of the characters I write in my stories .

A story by: Abbey Hart