The silent cry
Through the silence of the evening
Ran a silent cry
unheard, uncared, unnoticed.
A day in waiting, prayers on lips
Muffled voices, tales waiting to be told
Wilting slowly in the sun.
That one drop of water
That pearl in the tears
A silent prayer
The cry, growing louder
screams. Lost in the crowd
of voices, of laughter, of heretic chatter.
The dawn ushers in renewed efforts.
Efforts die. The voices wither
Silence remains. The cry becomes louder.