No Sound.

Her hands hit the sidewalk in pouring rain.
Puddles turn crimson as she lets it take away the pain.
Weakness encompasses her
And she lies down
Ready to give up
This is her final yell, her attempt not to drown.
No sound.

The baby’s cry pierces the nursery.
The mother needs to give up: an end of the scenery.
Weakness encompasses her
Seeing a knife
One slip, an end from this life, no longer a wife.
No Sound.

His victims are silenced forever now.
The itching returns to take one more life.
Weakness encompasses him
Seeing the crowd
Innocent victim, whose voice is now loud.
No Sound.

A poor, abused girlfriend dies in the street.
A depressed mother faced the end of life.
A serial killer’s compulsions return.
Weakness consumed them
But strong ones remain,
Or do they in this world of confusion?
No Sound.