Each day as evening starts to set
The ache builds up in my chest
I know that I must go to bed
And try to get some rest.
I hug my tearstained pillow close
When no one is around
And cry for the one I loved and lost
And scream without a sound.
Others see me in the day
And think I’m doing well
But every day as evening sets
I enter my own hell.
Time hasn’t healed my pain at all
Or quieted my fears
So every night alone in bed
I shed those silent tears.
Your poetic heart felt’, is heard and recognised
truly evocative and descriptive of the hell we are going through.
Thank you.
This is exactly how i feel 
I know exactly what you are going through, silent tears, a song, places we have shared x I’m trying to go back to those places and on the way play those songs with silent tears. My husband died in November 2024 xxx
I’m so sorry for your loss and the true pain you must be feeling and you wretched scream without a sound, I hope you feel some peace somewhere, obviously the love you shared was immense and your loved one wouldn’t have wanted this pain for you, I pray you find some ease from this x
Another beautiful poem that we can all relate too.
Thank you 
