Silent Scream

The throat is taut, a cord of hidden pain, A speechless surge where words cannot remain. The lungs compress, a pressure deep and vast, A noiseless cry that time cannot outlast. The eyes, wide pools, reflect a darkened sky, Where inner storms in voiceless fury lie. The hands, they clench a gesture of despair, A language etched in moments cold and bare. No echo rings, no tremor fills the air, Yet in the soul, a tempest tears and wears. A howl contained, a cage of heavy dread, Where muted anguish, secrets softly spread. The heart, a drum, beats out a muffled plea, A rhythm lost for none to hear or see. This quiet roar, a burden hard to bear, The soundless shout, a weight of dark repair. It lingers on, a ghost within the mind, A truth unspoken, left forever blind. And in the stillness where no answers gleam, The silent scream, a haunting, broken dream. ©bfa033125