Empty cries, echoing soundlessly through abandoned halls,
No one left to listen, no one there to hear.
It's so cold outside, chill cutting through to the bone,
Icicles forming a bleak cage round the heart.
The warmth that once sustained, nurtured, sheltered from
The raging storm, gone, vanished from sight like breeze blown smoke.
Bitter taste of fear, paralysing all thoughts and motions but that one
Repetition of a soundless mind's cry, ringing out into the night,
“Why? What is happening to us?” the gentle wave of noiseless-ness
Fading away, like a sun worn painting, time tearing it to senseless trail.
Though sitting and waiting, minute by minute, hour by hour, no answer comes,
No responding cry from the dark over the great waters formed by tears.
Perhaps there is no one left to listen......
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