Silent Screams

Silent Screams

I met her once, her smile was bright,

Yet shadows dimmed her soul's own light.

A laughter forced, a hollow gaze,

Her joy was lost in sorrow's maze.

She closed her eyes, her heart held tight,

A ghostly whisper chilled the night.

A hand too cruel, a grip too strong,

Stifled screams that felt so wrong.

He tore away her innocence,

Like paper caught in violence dense.

A silent storm, a muted cry,

As darkness loomed in hollow sky.

Each thrust, each swing, a wound anew,

A shattered soul, a heart askew.

The weight of him, the sin, the crime,

Stole the stars from her sky in time.

She fought, she writhed, a broken dove,

Chained in fear, devoid of love.

He left her bare, stripped of grace,

She sat there still—a blank, cold face.

She ran to cleanse the filth, the stain,

To let the water drown her pain.

But next day's dawn, a cruel refrain—

He came again… he came again.

She learned that monsters hide so near,

That love can twist to breed such fear.

How could a father's hands defile

The child he swore to love and smile?

No, it's not the time to bow,

Not to whisper, not to cow.

Rise, O woman! Speak, be bold—

Let your silent screams be told.