The Silent Cry

I haven’t visited my poetry pages for a while but this one caught my eye in passing and really echoes an alienated grandparents heart.

Ink lings

I sense without hearing
Observe but do not see
Vibrations on my heart
Receive the silent cry

It echoes on my soul
Wrapped as in a dream
Reality denied
Believe the silent cry

Soon it will depart
Yet the essence is still there
I reach to touch its veil
Retrieve the silent cry

I know not whence they come
The whispered waves of pain
Casting a net of sorrow
I grieve the silent cry

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