A Silent Killer Poem by lady simple

One voice that can't be heard
turns into a door that can't be opened. It's jammed.
Everything beyond the door is filled with darkness, hatred and blackness.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow the door will have HAD cracks, will start to HAVE cracks and it WILL gain more cracks.
A whisper turns into a Shout and a Shout turns into a SCREAM.
All because a voice was never heard.
They think without knowing or understanding.
They speak without thinking.
The 3 feelings formed from behind the door starts to spread like an unknown virus.
Slowly entering the body then gradually destroying it.
Kills, that's what it does.
Hatred is in the eyes, so unmissable. It's like a river, a never ending river.
Darkness creeps around like a thief in the night.
Blackness fills the person up like a sponge absorbing water.
Now there's a key to open the door but whatever happens it's at your own risk.
When the voice was ready to be heard it was ignored but now they are ready to listen.