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~|:|~ Silent Cry ~|:|~

Now, at the hour
Where the sky's light dims
To a lifeless, frigid gray
Cold wind, swift and sharp
Piercing flesh
Yet so unmoving.

At the hour 
when the earth meets the sun
on that lonely horizon
for only a moment
A single second in a frame of eternity
When the sun
sinks into the ocean
to drown.
Or when it is hidden away
Behind a veil of silver mist
not a sliver, a single shred
of golden light in the slate blue sky.

At this very hour
Behind the silver veil
Upon the glass platform
hanging high in the sky
the fragile icy glass
carries the lost souls
of those who wander 
hopelessly
traversing through a silent struggle
as the ground beneath their feet shatters.

Lost little souls,
Travel through this endless struggle
hand in hand
even though the glass you once walked upon
now finds itself
embedded in the flesh of your soles
bitterly cold

Follow the path laid out for you,
a trail of blood and tears
But make not a sound.
This excruciating torment
that has befallen you
requires no sound from your lips.

Cast your voice away,
you poor, forsaken child
Carry the burden of this mindless agony
Bear the suffering
Until it is embedded into the core of your being
Like the glass in your feet.

One can only hope,
with such a fate,
to fade out of this accursed world
like a dying star.

To find solace,
to find joy,
one must place upon oneself
the heavy burden of one's own suffering,
entrusting it to only oneself,
and carry it out in silence
as it was always fated to be.