Silent Screams

When I was young my dreams,
were rich tapestries,
bursting at the seams,
with vibrant colours, shining bright.
Now hope replaced by silent screams,
in darkness since I lost the light,
of love within my careworn heart.
My only mistress now is night,
and misery waits at the start,
of each new dawn, I hate the way,
it makes itself of me a part,
determines all I think and say;
sets strict limits on my life.
Constructs these walls in which I stay,
devoid of happiness and strife,
stuck, confined day after day,
to ball and chain, without a wife,
watching all the children play,
from this cold realm of frozen ice,
to the grave in which I’ll lay.