Stirred silences turn to fears
Blank faces now wet with tears
Hurt but still not forgotten
Lost inside, still unfound
Turn the page, new story beginning
Start the process that rewound
Completely solemn, unsung, unheard
The time before, never spoke a word
Slowly aching; body and soul
Therein lies a deep, gaping hole
Profusely bleeding, will not slow
The pain; like floods, overflows
Knife in hand, pressed to the wrist
There it ends with just one twist