from the cradle to the shame

sadness leaves the source hits page, makes tracks, with force leaves behind a stillness that doesn't show unnoticed ache, where tears don't flow that looks like carrying on but pitter patter still beats within knocks on mind, loudest of quiet din sealed up or gulped down until can contain no more or start to feel again tears salt tongue, sting skin let out screams, unknown where they've been frightening and terrifying, overrun fears that madness may have begun though settle, get soothed not know why, as deny, deny, deny, deny deny the self the right to cry