A silent Cry

Who are you to ask me whats my name?

Who are you to look at me with shameful
eye's, when you're the only one to blame.

I watch you in the dead of night, when
lost in dream you call out, you call out.

You plea silently, with no sound, then
wonder why no one hears your call to
end your life or understands the pain inside.

The hatred in your eye's is buried deep
within your heart and mind, yet you
look for someone else to blame.

In death, I feel the loneliness of your
life and finally understand why you have
said good by.

My sense of loss expressed in tears,
fall silently from my eye's but fall on deaf ears.

You leave me only with the memory of
the years that pass us by and the lonely sound
of your silent cry.

For Linda. My Sister, Good By.