In this land of silent woe,
Where secrets hide and shadows grow,
We walk with heavy hearts and frail,
For here we tell no tales.
The stories of our love and loss,
Are buried deep beneath the moss,
Our voices hushed by sorrow’s veil,
For here we tell no tales.
The memories of joy and pain,
Are locked away like drops of rain,
In this land where hope derails,
For here we tell no tales.
But though our lips may not impart,
The stories etched upon our heart,
Our eyes reveal what words conceal,
For here we tell no tales.
And as we journey through this night,
With weary steps and fading light,
We hold our secrets close and pale,
For here we tell no tales.
About the Creator
Will Shimnom Simon
Always the poet... Never the poem.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insight
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Comments (3)
This is an Outstanding poem 🥰
This hit my soul! Great writing! Thank you for sharing!
Love the image and an excellent Gothic feel