Eternally silenced
by a voice in my head
"speak,
and you are nothing."
Speak, I shan't.
Selfish is me,
if I speak.
This reservoir of tears
will be forever dammed.
I have found comfort
in holding it in
that even my voice drowned.
On my side
on a pillow so strong, bearing
a mind heavy of noise and despair
knees to stomach
and arms folded
fighting the cold, within and without.
I am sorry, dear one; but
my voice is gone.
