The Silenced Burden

Twisting and Turning

Restless Sleep

Does anyone hear,

when I weep?

Cries are silenced by the night

Night is silenced by the fright

Fright is emboldened 

the memories turning

the human being who weeped

Daily she wept burdened by illness

finally she slept burdened by peace

Leaving thineself the burden of restless sleep

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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