Whispered Silence

I yell, but you respond not I cry, but my tears do not spill I fear that I might be left here to wrought Now the dark cold is the only thing I feel I reach to grasp your hand But my movement is slow My memories of you slide out of my mind like sand But still around me, the darkness grows Finally feeling to just give in Your image appeared out of the dark violence You looked upon me with a miraculous grin You took my hand in yours, finally I have been Freed from a whispered silence....