Vivid Screams

Opium Dream



She tried to fit in

and become just one of the girls,

freckled face and wild curls,

she would indulge only in fantasies,

so it would seem,

deep in her opium dream,

reality grouped like insolent watchdogs

around her gate,

she was wearing a loose robe,

it was the one her mother would hate,

and it made her feel out of place,

her eyes were dulled slits in her blank face,

and she was as steady as a rock,

she didn’t hear the ticking of her alarm clock,

she had been rude, crude,

and at times petulant,

self indulgent and delicate too,

and she knew,

it’ll be all over when reality was due,

all this until reality had

become hers once more,

the sun would cast a bright light

on her bedroom floor,

her legs cramped from a long stillness,

as someone knocked on her door,

getting out of bed had become a chore,

she tried to remember her dreams,

but all those quiet whispers

became vivid screams.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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Moms-Secret 3 years ago from Central Florida

There are so many ways to live in the mist, the place where reality does not seem to hurt as much but it always comes back screaming doesn't it?

I never felt pulled by the lure of the mist... I don't understand its attraction.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

moms thanks for leaving footprints all over my pages this morning ... :) and its good to see you :)


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Life Iz Beautiful 3 years ago from India

Fitting in and the pressure to enter in the 'In-Crowd' makes one to walk into wrong paths. Beautiful poem screaming the aftermath of submission into one of the vices.

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Have a nice day.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you life :) for stopping by....


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carolinemd21 3 years ago from Close to Heaven

Awesome poem Frank. Very unique. :)


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks Caroline


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LaThing 3 years ago from From a World Within, USA

Great discription, Frank! Your poems always paint a very vivid picture, and this time even the sound of the scream is also vivid! Awesome..... :)


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Lathing that was very kind and thank you too Valleypoet hope all is well with you my friend :) Happy Holidays to you both :) Frank


lovedoctor926 3 years ago

freckled face and wild curls. very descriptive. sorry to sound repetitive. she wore the robe her mother didn't like just to spite her. voting up awesome!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

LOL thanks Doc :)


lovedoctor926 3 years ago

I like the title of this poem & agree with Valley Poet. "freckled face and wild curls." good imagery.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks again Marlene :)

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