Scream

An ocean, blackly, hands

Its waves to empty sky

Which, softly, rends

A horizon apart.

My trepid soul watches

Still: the crashing furore

That melting,

Will, set to bore

Twinkling holes

In this nascent night.

And all the croaking

Crows wander here:

From far-off fly,

To island near.

Where, still, I sit

And watch the waves: a

Savage, sneering, laughing leer.

My mind is a lie:

A mask of fear;

Loses itself in frozen tears.

Constellations rear

Their heads

And scream.