A Permanent Solution

By Maia Laverty

A silence that cannot

Be replicated -

Despondent as the storm rages,

One that seethes indefinitely. 

It seems as

There is no other choice.

Shackled to the living,

Like a deer with a bullet wound,

Barely living - 

Like a bird 

With no wings.

Alone with thoughts 

No one should have - 

The thoughts never

To be divulged.