The Language No Heart Learned

I Am a Silent Grief

I am a quiet sorrow

no heart ever learned to read.

I am a still river lost in feeling,

whose waves never reached the shore.

I am a letter torn by time

before it found its name.

I am a bud that fell too soon,

its fragrance never known to the wind.

I am a colorless diary

where no light ever dared to draw.

I am a voiceless cry

the world was never meant to hear.