to those searching for silence,
a sanctuary from rushed thoughts;
suggestions that overwhelm,
lay a burden on the heart.
Secret pain seeks unseen solitude,
where shadows protect against our mundane.
That silent scream, a place beyond contact,
haunts nights where sleep remains beneath guilt.
Your light lies out of reach - one more step,
just one – once grasped there is no return,
your peace will come and we will fade
into the barbs of past.
Our cries will go unheard.
© Eamon Ó Cléírigh
Sisters in death
Eamon, from Dublin, is living in Sligo since 2003. Writing is his passion, along with life. His poems and short stories can be seen on several online journals.