Once I heard a Silent Scream,
It was You from my wishful Dream.
Your eyes were crying n Your face was red,
All was heard without being said.
Your words were stuttering with a voice so weak,
You were withering, unable to speak.
Your Hands were shivering n thighs were bruised,
Your were Tortured, mentally abused.
Standing in a dark room grey.
You were alone, fighting your way.
I looked at you n realized,
How strong you were with fire in your eyes.
The calmness of Winter n snowy-eyes,
But heart of coldness with silence of seas.
Once I heard a Silent Scream,
It was You from my wishful Dream.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryWords that are not spoken. Some by choice, some by Life and some by you.
