Unwelcome Silence
(c) 2002 Herb Hasler

Who could've known?
Besides the devil's own

Too dark to have seen coming,
so cold, its effect numbing.

No more tears to glisten in symphonies of moon beams
Only the unwelcome silence after the screams

Now done with this necessary, cleansing chore
But it's never as satisfying as the one before.

A mere whisper from death each day do I pray
To lighten this torment under which I lay

Yet all that comes in my sleepless dreams
Is the unwelcome silence after the screams