Poetry my voiceless scream,

a deliverance from pain that goes unseen.

It's lines of words on an empty page,

to express feelings like love and rage.

Poetry is my expression of things unsaid,

a grave for my emotions cold and dead.

A beautiful liberation from the pain of the past,

from the distant days that are gone at last.

With these stanzas I give my word,

that each word will be unheard

by my family and friends who are undeceased,

because poetry is my silent release.