25.

Cry, cry, cry out loud,

This pain that knows no name,

Oh fear be not proud.


Though emptiness makes no sound;

And steal the comfort of words,

Cry, cry, cry out loud.


Should restlessness rests like a shroud

Within the tomb of unknowns,

Oh fear be not proud.


When silence reign in an empty crowd;

And choke the voice of peace,

Cry, cry, cry out loud.


Should dread bring its dark cloud

To rain upon rent hearts,

Oh fear be not proud.


And you, my dear, stand unbowed

In the arms of Whom loves you.

Cry, cry, cry out loud.

Oh fear be not proud.

24.

Oh words

they refuse

to fly-

tied and strangled

fluttering wildly

they beat

so desperately

Oh free me!

they plead

If only

Oh words

they refuse

to speak-

chained and silenced

choking furiously

they scream

so loudly

Oh hear me!

they beg

If only

For words

that mean

they won't

be known

they die

when they touch

my lips

Oh words

they refuse

to cry-

bruised and battered

grasping barely

they hold

so proudly

Oh break me!

they plead

If only

Oh words

they refuse

to come-

burdened in sorrow

dragging tomorrow

they flee

so quickly

Oh catch me!

they beg

If only

For words

that flows

they won't

be found

they hide

when they see

my pen