Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

Silent Souls

It’s the silent soul so troubled,
Unable to express
All its hidden fears redoubled,
So bound to loneliness.

The silent soul unsatisfied,
That cries for just a word
And stands alone as still it tries,
Though still it goes unheard.

The silent voice mute in the crowd,
That cannot cry its pain,
It’s one true wish to be allowed
To sing a glad refrain.

The silent soul that cannot speak
Must then be spoken for,
That those who silent crying seek
The peace that’s so longed for.


April 7, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry

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