Cruel Illness
Where does all the pain go when the tears are wiped away?
Does it hide in darkness waiting, to my inner light betray?
Does the silent scream reach the sky at night?
An infinite blue, my still, wingless flight?
How can pain live, when I bury it alive,
I suffocate the screams, so no one hears me cry,
I hide in frigid stillness,
In prayer for cure, this cruel illness.
