Silent Cradle

I held your heartbeat in my hands. A fleeting song I couldn't stand.

The world went on, but mine stood still. An empty room

I cannot fill. They don't speak of shadows where the mothers hide. Of lullabies that

never crossed the night. Every smile feels like a ghost on my skin.

Every silence screams, "What could have been?" Am I broken? Am I mad?

Is this grief or something bad? They don't tell you how it feels

to bleed a dream that was so real. I'm screaming in a silent cradle.

Rocking nothing, but I'm still unstable. The world pretends it's just a