Deafening

[green like the color]

This is a little poem I wrote. I feed off of edits on my writing. I prefer a scathing criticism, well written, to someone saying, "OMG I <3 it!!!! so good!!!". Just Something to bear in mind.

Deafening
My mouth is silent
But my lungs are yearning to scream
I say nothing
I watch everything
Hoping
That you will cure yourself

When we were children
And I knew nothing
Were you better then?
My eyes have long since been peeled
My ears, shredded
My mind has been incinerated

What unspeakable horrors
Do you suffer, unaided?
I could lighten your burden
If you’d only let me

For now
My mouth is silent
I will not speak
If you will not speak