Silent screams coming from within
What is wrong asks the keen observer?
My reply is ‘Where do I begin?’
Just a little thing that is all it was
Another one on top of the others
That caused all my thoughts to be in a buzz
Don’t sweat the small stuff
That is what I am told
Yet within I feel I have almost had enough
One little thing all on its own
Is easier to handle and dismiss
Not so when the number have grown
Day after day, week after week
Rolls into months then soon into years
Questions asked, answers are what I seek
These are a fraught attempt
A hope to get a response to understand
Trying to keep at bay, the feeling of resent
If only I could be more tolerant
Be at peace with the way it is
Maybe then within, I could hush the hollering
The answers I seek do not come
Hang in there a little longer says a voice
Maybe tomorrow will be a better one
Hopes vanish and energies fade
Scant communications have become the norm
Sometimes merely as a means to evade
Reality is waiting and ready to be seen
Acknowledging that is only part of the battle
Grief rolls in for what was and what could have been
The screams inside soften to a very low hum
Energies are all but depleted
Will tomorrow be the end, with the setting of the sun?
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