gerard quain
kickbox
Screams
She sits wondering how it came to this
How life has conspired to make her feel this way
She used to dance and sing
She was so full of life
In twenty minutes , it had all changed
The stroke
Now she has all these words she can not utter
Constrained in a body, that no longer responds to her brain
Only she hears the silent screams , of frustration
She can see the hurt and pity in her family's eyes
She feels the burden of her existence
She wants to shout but she can not
All this time to think
The clock on the wall ticks louder and louder with each passing hour
The silent screams, match the volume of the tick
The years and years that she can see ahead
She wants to say this is not life
But her power to speak has gone
Would that she could sleep, the sleep of the dead
The tears stream
How she wishes they could hear her screams
She sits wondering how it came to this
How life has conspired to make her feel this way
She used to dance and sing
She was so full of life
In twenty minutes , it had all changed
The stroke
Now she has all these words she can not utter
Constrained in a body, that no longer responds to her brain
Only she hears the silent screams , of frustration
She can see the hurt and pity in her family's eyes
She feels the burden of her existence
She wants to shout but she can not
All this time to think
The clock on the wall ticks louder and louder with each passing hour
The silent screams, match the volume of the tick
The years and years that she can see ahead
She wants to say this is not life
But her power to speak has gone
Would that she could sleep, the sleep of the dead
The tears stream
How she wishes they could hear her screams