I Grieve In Silence Poem by Caitlin Daniela Pariño

O night! Why do you bring such cruel thoughts to my mind, thoughts that are as dark, as empty as you? Do you do it to torment me?

To punish me for the 'crimes' I and others of my kin have committed?
Is your purpose is to wreak havoc on my wretched soul?

Thoughts… these nameless, voiceless thoughts… They flood my mind and drown my spirit.

My heart cries out in anguish, for it is in a bandage. It is tethered by the guilt I carry within me.

Every link of this chain drives into my flesh, making me hurt and bleèd.

Every link is a reminder of my sorrow. I am pushed down by the heavy yoke my kin, which has forced upon my frail and weary shoulders.

My brethrens' indifference is an added weight to this terrible burden.

A cloud of melancholy hovers above my head, casting dreary shadows down into the deepest recesses of my heart.

The setting sun heralds your coming. It is a sign… an omen! That your rule is hauntingly close.

As the sun sets, I am filled with indescribable fear. I want to flèe, but who can escape your long tentacles and insidious clutch?

All I can do is cringe in fear and try to withstand your assaults as best as I could. My arms are feeble. They are tired of fending off your brutal attacks.

But no matter how hard I try, I know my efforts are in vain!

While darkness evades the air… your power Is absolute… In your wake, all opposition is swept aside.

The awesome spectre of your presence terrifies even the most hardened souls!

The brightness of the day is welcome respite… But the relief I felt is ephemeral, brief, temporary —unsatisfyingly short!

For every hour of the daylight that passes, my apprehension, my anxiety, grows greater. It is because I know for every hour that goes by — you come closer and closer!

I know that your arrival will inevitably follow and closer. Then I'll have to relieve the repulsive nightmares that you nurtured beneath your ebony cloak, I wish I could cry out for help, but who will hear my pleas? No one will! No one is aware of my agony… No one cares. My sufferings are mind alone. I grieved in silence!


I am growing tired. I am growing tired of fighting this losing war. Like a leech, you have virtually sucked me dry. You have fed on my vitality, my youth!

My will, once a mighty flame, has been reduced to a mere flicker… it has all but died out… I am now only an animated shadow of my former self.

Trouble me no more, for I yield. Take my last ounce of strength — end it! Maybe if you did, I shall be finally left in peace. Peace? ? ?

A forgotten concept!


SAVE ME!