Silent Screams- a Short Poem

I wrote this little poem back in Oct2014. Goodness, that long ago?

Anyway, it began as most of my writings do, something started me thinking about a silent scream, and this is what came out of it. It is a bit dark, as my Sister told me at the time, but there’s a certain… relatability to it. I think, anyway.

So, here it is again, for all to inspect and/or pick apart:

 

Silent Screams

Life behind these padded walls, as surreal as a dream

    A dream where even silence screams, but only silent screams

        Silent screams of ancient Queens beheaded on a stage

 

The stage, surrounded by noisy throng

    Some hawking wares secured with tongs

        Some yammering of someone else’s wrongs

One standing above, above any reproach

    Heralding merits and valiant deeds like a coach

        A coach who stores the team behind padded walls

 

Yes, life behind these padded walls. wishing t’were a dream

    For here, unlike in dreams, the silence screams, but not silent screams

        Not silent screams from ancient Queens beheaded on a stage.

 

 

An overdue update:

This poem saw publication in 2017 in the anthology Beautiful Tragedies. It rates as one of my first 2 short story publications (this and FMS2:AB with Duplicate Counterparts hit Amazon the same day).