Words fall from red stained lips
my voice
trembling too much to hear.
Fear muffles the sound
so,
it tumbles out
the essence of a whisper.
If I screamed,
it would only be an echo.
Or aggressive tendencies
that warrant a right
to ignorance.
A small resemblance
of who I am
and a glimmer of
what it is resounding of.
I am lost,
a shadow now of who you once loved.
I stand before you.
Resentment now holds
in my place of silence.