The Silent Scream-A Scuplture In My living Room
Heavy head, metallic and cream,
Face lined with fear, a silent scream.
Cracked and cold, chills my hand and my heart.
This perfect sculpture is where we start.
Eyes fiercely pinpricked,
A soul that is old,
A young aged face,
a story untold.
Dark shadows betray your sleepless nights.
Your wide mouth agape,
Bellowing frustration, desperation and fright.
Inside your mouth, are hues of deep blue.
Adrift in the ocean.
Hard to look at this sculpture (for some)
A face of despair
A furrowed brow
Perhaps one can find sympathy in the loss and loneliness of wasted years.
Some may find you ugly,
An unsettling choice for the lounge,
But this is an unconventional household
And your magnificence is found.