14. Silent Cries.

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  • Dedicated to Pablo Neruda
                                        

Today I can write of my silent cries. 

Write, for example. 'The black hole in space that consumes the light. The black hole that is strong but empty inside'

Today I can write of my silent cries.

I hated the dark, but the dark wanted me.

Throughout the day, I smiled but no one saw through it.

Throughout the night, i tried to scream out but no sound came out. 

The dark wanted me, but I desired the light.

Why was it so hard to escape?

Today I can write of my silent cries. 

To think that one day I could see the sun shining bright. 

That i was once able to hear my own laughter echoing, loud and clear.

Why does it even matter, if right now all I see is the cold dark clouds invading my senses. 

In the distance I hear a lonely soul singing a sad song... also searching for an ounce of light. 

Why is it so dark? 

Today, i can write of my silent cries. 

This might be the last cry.

Through the dark I wander, finding no reason to scream for help anymore.

I desired the light, but the light was hidden away.

Though this might  the last cry, it is silent but hoping for someone to hear.

Today I can write of my silent cries.

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