(Written at age 14-15.)
When a building crumbles,
And when a glass shatters,
Then how is it that
When my world crumbled around me
And my feelings were shattered as much as could be,
There was not the slightest bit of noise?
Not a single rumble or clatter?
All I ever heard
Filled with the chokes
Of my strangled life,
Filled with the tears
That refuse to fall from my eyes.
My wish to live
But I did not hear its screams.
The silence of those screams
Will kill me.