Unheard Sobs And Silent Cries Poem by Kyle Delaney

Innocent tears slide down the glass as I press my forehead against the window looking out but seeing nothing. I wish I could do something. I wish I could scream out. I wish I could run but I cant. Sitting in a prison cell waiting on a trial witch will never come but I am already cursed with a life sentence with no alternative. My only option is to continue to lead this meaningless life until it comes to an end. The only option that I will ever get in my cruel isolation is when my life sentence is over and I am either set free or eternally cursed. This is my life and it is yet to be my death. True pain is not known until your torn apart. True torture is not known until you know fear better than you know yourself. Unheard sobs and silent cries are all that are known in my meaningless existence. I am a prisoner inside of myself looking out at the world with unheard sobs and silent cries. What I see is not worth dieing for, but it is not worth living for either.