With A Silent Scream

Trapped in a box with a silent scream.
Outside the city beckons but he dare not leave.
Inside his heart bleeds.
Three words said had drawn him here,
So easily spoken but not meant.
A promise made in words,
And broken in deeds.

Trapped in a box with a silent scream,
And yet inside he still longed to believe,
That all she’d said was true and real.
Like a fool he waited,
And clung to hope.
The tears came easily now,
He saw no reason to fight them.

Trapped in a box with a silent scream,
Yet still he waited for her return,
As the bitter taste of betrayal,
Rose in his throat.
Those three words repeated,
And foolishly still believed,
He did not leave.

Trapped in a box with a silent scream,
And still the taste of her lips lingered,
The sound of her voice filled his ears,
Blinding him to the truth,
That she wasn’t coming back,
And it was time to leave,

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Ian Sharman
Ian is a freelance writer and artist. He founded Orang Utan Comics Studio with Peter Rogers in 2006, writes for their Eagle Award Nominated anthology Eleventh Hour and regularly inks for Panini’s Marvel Heroes comic.
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