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.

Deep-set eyes,

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.

No-one there

Only you.

Hard to look at this sculpture (for some)

A face of despair

A furrowed brow

Unspent tears.

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.