Suffering is silent
Makes no noise
Muter than air:
But it is there
Misery has no speech:
Has a slant of the shoulders
A certain way of walking
Something about the mouth
A look in the eye:
Only the poet speaks
Listen to him, she, or them
You cannot heed
The silent screams?
There are things in us
Deeper than hell
Wilder than dreams
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