The Scream

poem in honor of Edgar Allen Poe

The Scream



I was alone in the house
when I heard the SCREAM!
It chilled me to the marrow of my bones
And it froze my soul
I searched every room,
Every nook,
And cranny
But the source of the scream was not to be found
As I went into my room
I heard a disturbing sound
I tried to be practical
And felt silly for being afraid
The macabre doesn't exist
Only in stories
I tried to insist
But then,
I heard the SCREAM again!
I turned around
Realizing the frightening noise had come
From this room
But from whom?
I went to my desk and looked in my mirror
A pale face looked back
Screaming in terror and rage!
I heard the SCREAM a third time
Only this one was from me
A chair I took to that mirror
In my hysterical fright
Screaming until my throat was sore
And silenced that SCREAM forevermore
Or maybe not
For it is many years later you see
Something in my mind snapped
When I heard that awful scream
I should not have looked in the mirror
Do you know what I mean?
I always jump at the slightest sound
Afraid of what it might be
Perhaps my mind is a bit gone
And I know
My soul will never be free



In honor of Edgar Allen Poe