I hear the screams
sometimes
in my imagination
mostly
maybe
when the lights go out
after a day
absorbing
what they call
the news
I hear the screams
in the darkness
sometimes
released
to haunt the flames
of my black dreams
~
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Frank Prem Poetry 
Oh, wow. This is powerful, Frank.
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Chelsea, thank you. Reflects where my feelings still reside.
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I think I hear them, too.
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