Suffering In Silence (Poetry)

Hurt’s voice has grown so strangely small
now a mere whisper in the night
my soul still struggles to recall
a flicker of its former light

Old thoughts limp slow around the room
throw thin blue shadows on the wall
while hopeless scratches at the gloom
reveal no chink as hours crawl

For age has fashioned a cold gaol
that bars me in with brittle bone
too feeble-limbed my efforts fail
I can’t escape this shell I own

Sheer will won’t soothe this paper scream
strong words can’t quell such dizzy pain
when life’s adopted a dumb theme
grim silence rules — I can’t complain