The Scream

Fetch me a scream-

But that later,

The melancholy has blown,

The tears into the eyes,

Hiding, suspicious;

Pearls peering errata ,

Words that you guessed like autotype,

And completed my dreams,

I resent

This arbitrary completeness,

This sense of whole-

To fill my empty universe,

You but emptied your own,

And now i don’t have place,

To shuffle my feet,

That your defiling thoughts,

Do glumly grope,

While memories drag,

Just  silent along,

Parched, hungry;

A quiet desperation,

It’s hard to scream,

When you don’t have the words.