Silent is the Spring Silent is the birdsong In the early morning Spring Lonely are the daffodils And the sunshine that you bring Abandoned is the heart That you nurtured through the Fall Winter now encased Forever frozen in a wall. Joyless are the nights No requests to dream sweet Searing are the memories Silhouettes upon the sheet Arid is the sunken soil No more roses left to bloom Withered petals blowing In the wind of silent doom. What was once a pleasant landscape Decays in emotional drought Time an ongoing enemy Leaving nothing but increased doubt Salted streams try wash away The torture now so violent Never has one lived through such A Spring so painfully silent. April 9th 2019