The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

Silent Cry

Hope does not mean much to me,

Neither does faith and serenity.

I let the darkness cloud my sight,

I curl into it tightly away from the light.

I surrender my soul to the darkened nights,

Hiding it away from morning's bite.

I let my spirit freeze in cold,

Happily unmoving from the dark's hold.

I curl into a suffering ball,

Not caring how much I fall.

Remaining silent in invisible chains,

While the whispering shadows give me their pain.

The darkness claims me for it's own,

Dragging my soul to the new home.

I've taken all I can bare,

And further slip into my friend despair.

Breaking further is my shattered being,

No longer registering what I am seeing.

I clutch frantically further at the dark,

Waiting for the shadows to hit their mark.

I recoil swiftly from the light,

And hug the darkness and shadows tight.

I let them flow round my weak form,

And listen to their gentle storm.

I will always stay and remain,

Frozen inside my numbing pain.

I watch the running shadows tame,

And hear the darkness call my name,

Begging and pleading to hold me close,

Knowing that is what I want the most.