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.