Silent Cry

There is a part of me, That I keep locked up and have no key, At least, I say, one can not be found, yet, here it comes flowing forth, like water from the ground, Tears I feel weeping, like sap from my heart, I don't know whether to scream or pull my self apart, Feeling dizzy, Feeling sick, Hoping I can find my balance quick, Set in motion, These forces as strong as an ocean, Out pours all my pent up emotion, Spewing forth under no remorse of agony or rage, Setting everything around me ablaze, Its' destructive nature leaves an unhealing wound, feeling as if my life was meant for such gloom, I can't escape my memories, I can't escape their pain, I plead for help yet my cries are only done in vain, No on can hear my sorrow, my loss, my tortured soul, Not even the pen from which my words flow.