The scream Misty, damp, cold and dark
I strolled quietly through the park
As usual, in isolation
Traumatised by past revelations
Heart beating, mind on its edge
My attention was stolen by a hedge
As soon as I turned my head
A visible figure filled me with dread……
A horrible face, in suffering and grief
Speechless and dumbfounded, I stood in disbelief
When I decided to take an action,
The figure gave an awkward reaction
A scream, so very loud and shrill
I felt everything stood still
Covering my ears and closing my eyes,
I hoped the blood curdling scream soon dies.
The deafening noise abruptly ceased
Was I ever pleased !
Sprinting towards the creature's location
I was planning a thorough investigation
No remnants were to be found
Not a thing on the ground
But, as I looked towards the sky
I could see the silhouette of a bird fly
It reminded me of Edgar Allen Poe
And The Raven, from his lore.
Walking home, the event, history
I couldn't help but feel
there was an unsolved mystery.
By Prabath M. Liyanage
( This poem is written by my son,17. Life is a unsolved mystery as he thinks. Some happenings of life there are explanations. But for some no explanations. It is a mystery till it solves) |
