A silent scream rips through the night
Pleading for help and answers;
It shivers from the smite
Made by ignorance's laughter.
Its cry goes unheard,
And didn't actually leave the room.
When we wish for mind readers,
It's to prevent the impending doom.
There's weight left on their shoulders,
Their lungs choking for air,
They're left under a boulder,
Made by grief's affair.
Even in the daytime,
When not a teardrop falls,
Others always deny
That anything was wrong.
So every single night, they wait:
To see if sadness is just a dream,
Or have anyone by fate
Hear their silent scream.
But remember silence is deadly,
Because a scream with no air
Leads to a heart with no beat;
All because everyone around was left unaware.
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoetryAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
