A Silent Voice

A silent voice falls on inattentive ears:

Pleas for recognition of her persisting pain.

No one hears her cries,

Though she stands directly before them.

No one notices the crystal tears

Bleeding incessantly out her eyes,

As though a veil has chosen

To eternally enshroud her from existence.

A silent voice calls out to the wind,

Echoing a soundless symphony

Of sharply woven tears.

But only the reflections of her own misery

Echo back to counter her tune,

The winds failing to respond in kind.

A silent voice murmurs a muted prayer

And waits without expectation

For the noiseless abyss to take her in.

But even the insatiable vacuum

Ceases to open its maw in comforting hunger.

And so she withdraws herself into her cocoon

And gently closes her lips:

Perhaps she is inexorably fated

To suffer alone in ceaseless silence.