The Cry That No One Heard

When the past comes to haunt the present...that is when poetry begins

Streaming silently, falling to the floor
Tears dripping down cheeks

Squeezing tightly, unable to breathe
Throat shut with silent screams

Burning painfully, feeling ready to burst
Holes in the heart unbearable

Calling desperately, crying for help
Hollow cries echo in the void

Cowering, lonely, two walls for comfort
Huddled child, wracked with sobs
Empty, alone, no one to hear cries
The child must carry on