"Silent Screamers"

"Silent Screamers"

We no longer have voices.
You have lent us no ear.
We've faced our fears.
We've shed our tears.
So many years....
We've been around for awhile.
We've been openly defiled;
but all you'll see are smiles.
We've walked a million miles
and endured so many trials
It was so sweet at first.
Now, all that's left is bile.

We tread this wretched landfill:
Numbers spread wide across the earth;
wanting so bad to be your thrill.
We aimed to prove our worth.
We did all we could:
Made you feel good,
listened when we should,
and so much more than most would.
We gave you more than enough.
We stuck by you when it got rough;
yet you still bound us in handcuffs.
Our blackened eyes could see no bluffs.

So now that the noise is killed,
we've no need for your drills.
We no longer wish to fit the bill.
You'll beg us for every shrill.....

But your requests will not be granted.
Our feelings are dead. No more enchantment.
Cloaks of darkness cover our heads
and our feet are firmly planted.

 You look at us every day;
but you know not what you see.
We will not go away.
We offer you no liberty.

We are the losers:
The ones slammed against walls
and dragged down dark halls
if you suspect us as accusers.

We are the children of drug abusers
who go days with nothing to eat.
Dozens of dollars reserved for users;
but no shoes to protect our feet.

We were once beautiful hearts
that you stole and tore apart,
scratched and picked at for sport
and flung around like darts.

We are the Mothers
struggling to raise sisters and brothers
that never receive the assistance
that you gleefully grant others.

We are the little girls
that you forced into your bed
after placing fear in our minds
and a pistol to our heads.

We are the best friends
that you held so deep inside
until you incurred new trends
and said that we can't coincide.

We are the blind.
The left behind.
The disregarded.
Swiftly discarded.
We are the forgotten.
The ones that you've deemed rotten.
The rugged and downtrodden.
The ones that could not win.

We are the helpful neighbors
that you've granted no favors.
This sullen clan of the bland
that you've stripped of all flavor.
Nothing is left for you to savor.
Nothing remains that you can claim.
We have imparted years of labor.
You don't even remember our names.

We are the lowly;
the ones who move slowly.
We took part in all of your games
and you only offered shame.

We are....
We were.....

We have come to take charge
against the guilty souls at large.

Black runs through our veins.
Darkness is our domain.
We quietly walk these plains
with power that can't be contained.
We will cause no physical pain.
There will be no blood stains.
You will implore that we abstain;
but we will remain.

So much was yours to gain;
now fear ravages your brain.
The guilt can't be contained.
You'll run out into the rain.
You'll cry out for help
whilst we wander in stealth.
You can't run from yourself.
Sick souls in need of health:
For every body you've bludgeoned,
You will receive their welts.
You'll stare at the rain soaked sky
in futile hopes of drowning yourself.

With bloodshot, misty eyes
and a mind filled with shame,
you will ask God why.
That's when you'll remember our names....

.....but we no longer have names.
We don't see your tears.
Lest you forget: We have no voices.
You wouldn't lend us your ears.
We will not revoke your fears.
We only serve as reminders.
Your stale remorse is of no use.
We are no longer care providers.

Our hearts are as black and bleak
as the wounds that used to leak.
Your love we used to seek;
but now, you've never looked so weak.
The boisterous will become meek
as we taunt and haunt all dreamers
but we will not talk or speak:
Both we and thee are silent screamers.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz