My Silent Voice

My problems, my sorrows
Even my hopes for tomorrows.
My hates, my fears
All these nobody hears.

My heaven, my hell.
Within my heart dwell
An eternity of things unsaid.
Many speeches left unmade.

My heart, my soul
My ambitious goals.
Their existence hardly known,
Like the leaves, by the wind they are blown

into Silence.

I would cry, but my tears were ignored.
I would speak, were my voice not shunned.
Thus I write with my silent voice.