Silent Voices

I dream of pale parchments
coloured in red,
Streaked with the strains

of struggling life,
Stretching out emotions with
words and thoughts

Expressed with changing shapes and
stained with salt,
Lifted with twinkling stars

that lights the dark recesses of
Darkened souls,
Souls that pour words

from a shy tongue,
Standing to attention yet
fearing to be heard,

Clinging to passing phrases
which rattle through a
wasteland of abandoned love,

Wherein the spirit of the
silent poets languish,
Isolated from the pain outside

while drowning in sorrow,
Sheltered by the rain of
monsoon tears,

Doomed to be forever trapped
inside their hearts,
Within and without the love

We crave.

silent voices

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