Your
screams of terror remain unheard,
your
words seek out replies but none arrive,
lie
torn and shattered on the floor.
A
cold,
dark,
silent,
floor.
Silence,
Cold,
dark, silence.
The
empty space you live within
few
others know or understand.
Birdsong
shrills in darkened forests,
songs
that whisper gently on the wind,
remain
unsung in the silence of your world.
A
cold,
dark,
silent,
world.
Silence,
Cold,
dark, silence.
The
emptiness of the void
echoes
to the sound of the dead.
Mystic
moons shine no light in your darkness,
sun-kissed
beaches remain invisible to you,
the
beauty of the world is hidden in the void
A
cold,
dark
silent,
void..
Silence,
Cold,
dark, silence.
Fear
surrounds you on the dark
lonely
road you travel.
That
cold,
dark,
silent,
unheard
world of the damned.
©
Fergus Martin
Jun
2014
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