Primal Scream Poem by Wakefield Mahon

I scream aloud.
I feel the burning tension of my rage.
I feel alone.
I taste the tears only found in solitude.
I taste blood.
I wait for the rage to depart as my life slips away.
I wait to leave.
When will this suffering be done with?
When will I die?
How can the Fates be so cruel?
How can I live?
Where is the joy that once was?
Where is my love?
I scream with the anguish of a love that is lost.
I scream aloud