It starts as a whisper, a storm in your skin,
a pressure so loud, it echoes within.
Not for attention. Not for the show.
It’s the scream you can't let anyone know.
It's the moment you drown, desperate to feel,
when numbness becomes the loudest appeal.
They say, “Just talk,” but the words retreat -
how do you explain pain that doesn’t speak?
You cover the marks, pull down the sleeve,
play the part that others believe.
But it’s never about wanting to die -
it’s about needing something to quiet the cry.
And still, you survive. Again. Again.
You wake and ache but try to remain.
Because somewhere deep beneath that ache,
you know there's more than what pain can take.
So here’s what’s true, even if it’s small:
You are not your scars. You are not your fall.
You are the breath that followed the burn,
the strength in choosing each twist and turn.
Let your voice crack, let the silence break -
you’re allowed to need, to bend, to shake.
And if the darkness clings tonight,
let this poem hold the light
Cme out
Door closed, surrounded by walls
sealed inside , darkness, cries, sadness, lost soul
Look around, alone, scared, confusion, cold
I scream, anyone there?
No responce
I scream, please help me?
NO responce
stand up walls too high
reach out to feel something
nothing but darkness
I scream is this real
No responce
weakness, no strength, my legs collapse
I fall crotched down in a ball , rocking slowly, tears fall
my hands grab my head, am I in trouble, the yelling echos in my head
I look up and see the light, but I cant reach it
the only sound is the voice in my head,
I scream Please stop talking, I scream STOP!
I hold my breathe, 1 minute, 2 minutes exhale deep breathe in
open your eyes, stand up, leave those thoughts in the dark
You know it will come again, maybe less time
Written down: Come out, the world is right outside your door.
The child inside is an adult, fighting whats behind that closed door
Money laughs in the daylight,
Showing off like it owns the
Block.
Every dollar retains a joke
And a bruise.
Quick to bless, quicker to
Bite,
It shifts moods like weather
On a bad street.
But after hours it cries quietly
Remembering every soul it eluded.
This small god with moods
Keeps moving-
Blessing, breaking never
Staring long.
They say the city’s full of tales
that prey on children come the night
I know not of urban fear
the forest is my home, my dear
A place where owls do hoot the night away
where cries ring out ‘til break of day
That curl the hair upon your arm ~
That teach you to pray you come to no harm
All infants babies cries their form comunication;
Babies are the entry level human being vessals;
Cute cuddles, bundles of unaquivle mercies of joy;
5/27/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
Mummy don't leave me today.
Mummy he hurts me again and again
Mummy I'm sorry I upset you
Mummy of course I'll go again.
News in the paper of a little girls death
News in the paper of the abuse
News in the paper of a grieving mother
News in the paper of a life gone too soon.
Cries the mother who didn't heed the cry
Cries the mother who failed to hear
Cries the mother who sent her there
Cries the mother for her dead child.
One men also cries
Because some of his friends
Had broken his heart again
And he is not feeling too happy
About that
And he is also crying because
He is feeling hurt
Also this men have the right
To co
confront them
Also he has been
Crying all night
Also they don't treat him
With the respect he needs
Also he doesn't know
What to do about his friends
Eventually the best thing
He could do is end
The friendship with his friends
Right away
And tell them to go and
Live their own life
And he is also going to
Live his life alone
Yes he is going to feel
Lonely for a while
Also he is not going
To rush in making friends
A mother's love,
wings of a dove,
will cover me.
Starting my life,
with a midwife,
a baby cries.
Growing older,
always for me,
loving shoulder.
Life without you,
I cry daily,
so very blue.
When a potato cries,
do you see the teardrops in his eyes -
as he's fried, boiled, steamed,
or otherwise, demeaned?
Do, his pardon, you humbly beg
when you serve him with an egg?
Fading flames of fervour have extinguished my once fervent fight for fulfilment and a bright future.
My future lies ahead dead, stone cold dead and lifeless, no chance for a revival- yes you heard what I said.
Waning wishes have worn down my willpower, leaving me lost in a weary wasteland.
No direction home, no guiding star from above, only a dark, perilous void filled with bitterness and regret.
Stripped of my spirit, devoid of hope- this lost soul cannot float.
I'm drowning, while you only describe the water to me.
Watching my former self silently suffer, as soulless serpents slither by.
Ignoring my cries, drifting further from my dire circumstances.
Mr. Kravchenko, a Ukrainian—
he’s human too,
though he appears heartless, almost alien.
He just saw his daughter, a newborn,
then duty called him back to the army,
thinking, “Will my baby ever get the chance to hug me?”
John, a lawyer, carrying the ambitions of his folks.
Last week, he handled his first case.
Little did he know, when he walked out of the house,
that would be the last time
he’d see his mother’s smiling face
.
Then there’s Craig, the best hockey player.
Little did he know his friend was a true traitor—
a reincarnation of Judas.
He intentionally shattered his leg,
turning a life of buying
into a life of begging.
To every hustle, there’s a downside.
To every hustle, there’s an upside.
But hustle itself is an uncalculated risk
without God on your side.
into the dark night
her wailing of cries linger
leaving me speechless
Watching a hurricane
won’t get you wet
And reading more Freud
won’t help you forget
Mouthing the words
cannot guarantee sound
Laden with fear
hiding guilt by the pound
Stated intent
broken pathways to roam
Paring good wishes
right down to the bone
New skin in the game
and wounds that won’t heal
Eluding the cries
— and truth unrevealed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
An aimless man, cast into the world,
I have never been truly alive,
Yet I’ll hang by the fragile threads of life,
Knowing that, in the end, I will rot.
I’m a man bearing a nameless seal,
Created with a body made of clay,
Placed in a world where people weep
When a human breath fades away.
Heavy words etched upon my skin,
With a pen crafted from the universe,
And an amalgam of burden and pain
That are inscribed upon my fate.
Discouraged from the first day of life,
When the limits were imposed on me:
A sky, a heart, countless tears in my eyes,
And a death that will come to bury me.
I am the man destined to perish
When my heavenly soul runs away,
Into a place that I cannot see or feel
From the clay tomb where I’ll be laid.
Screeching through my bedroom walls,
time moved on, I hear a song.
Signaling that she’s here.
Convincing that she is an owl to fear.
Her cries and cries at night make me wonder if she’s alright.
There was no peace in the gloomy nights,
Her reflection woke up the spirits, brought them into light.
A war I wasn’t aware of,
I was ignoring the sense.
Whaling on the last breath,
It’s time I give it a rest.
In some way, our cries stopped at once
I open the door, and there was silence.
Please tell me it’s been done.
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