Her Silent Screams

I look into her eyes
And I see the pain that still exists within
Those moments of yesterday
When she thought the suffering would never end

She need not say a word
Thought she realizes, I would listen well
I never knew her during these periods
When her life seemed to be a constant hell

Many don't have to scream
To show how much pain is still there
Many don't have to talk
To prove that their inner scars are still bare

©2018 Elliott Dean Avant

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