Soulful Scream

As though being strangled, I did scream
A piteous one like in a dreadful dream,
In a deep sleep but still very much aware,
Was it just another recurring nightmare?
And what was sad, painful and most unfair
No one in this world really seems to care.

With my battered spirit and soul on fire
like a lost wayfarer in a state dismally dire,
My lust kindled with an unchaste desire
like smitten moths for the flames aspire.
Only upon my death-bed it must expire
where no one would bother to enquire.