I write this poem based on the painting ‘Scream’ by Edvard Munch:

Walking down a moor
the sky is bright red gloom
looming over my head
I take the bridge which leads me to the end
Where nobody is out there.
Utterly desolate,
Gazing into the emptiness of the wasteland,
Shriek echoes in the abyss.
Madness runs through my veins.
Darkness begins to eat up the open sky.
I can’t breathe anymore when panic fills my mind.

written on 29/1/2018

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