By: Rachel Franklin

Silent torture works the best,
As if one’s memories were weights,
Weighing down the trudging steps
Echoing as darkness waits.

Thoughts concealed to pass the test of time,
So no mortal dared to dream
Now come flooding in at midnight’s chime,
Making your aching heart scream.

 You brush away a mourning tear,
 And hold close to you all you know dear;
 You reach out, but no one grasps your hand.
 And without support you cannot stand—

 Trying your hardest to deny,
 But yet carry it on till you die.
 It’s all mixed up, too much to bear:
 Anger, love, hate, and despair.

 Most losses are spared no tears;
 But you shall grieve for this throughout the years.