Voiceless Screams

My throat is severely sore,

The loud voice has turned into silence

Though the mouth is widely open

The brash scream turns into a torturing series of vibrations

The burning spirit gradually lights down and disappears,

As my sweaty hand grips onto the stretched neck,

That has tirelessly let out my rhythm-less symphony,

Of painful, wearing and timeless, endless sufferings;

The vast sea of peace and tranquility,

Becomes the witness of my screams

My regrets, my relentlessly flowing waterfall of tears,

For I am always begging for help;

Always seeking as little sympathy there is,

Through my falsetto,

Which diminishes as it gets higher and higher.

Yet unfortunately, no matter how loud and ceaseless my screams are,

My voice hasn't reached anywhere.