A silent cry

deafening the spirit,
gripping the soul,
Haunting the nights as it lurks.

You try to escape,
yet you are weak,
for you don't believe,
nor have you faith.

Death comes by,
as the silent Cry sweeps along,
Cruel as it may seem,
it is the way,
to claim rebirth.

Now, the cry is forgotten,
yet, it still lurks beyond the knowledge,
of those who still sleep.

Remember, some things you can't avoid,
nor can you escape from,
just hold on,
and stand again...