Scream

Time has stopped
the hand of my clock is thinking
if can go further like the wild gallop
or goes back to those three seconds
two days
and three years.
Nothing comes up to this mind
-speechless, dumbfounded-
just inside of the heart
it turns stormy, a whirl of thoughts.
Hardly I hear the tic-tac
outside people walk or run
kids play or cry
life goes on.
Me, just thinking... out of this land,
wishing to revive those times again.
And what's the matter if I don't scream?
Alone, just the silence will answer back
The scream remains hidden... maybe for another four years more... maybe just one second more.