Silent Screams

Here's a little poem I wrote off the top of my head one day. Not that it weighed me down, being on my noggin, just had to make room for something else.
Hope you enjoy!

Silent Screams
Life behind these padded walls, as surreal as a dream
    A dream where even silence screams, but only silent screams
        Silent screams of ancient Queens beheaded on a stage

The stage, surrounded by noisy throng
    Some hawking wares secured with tongs
        Some yammering of someone else’s wrongs
One standing above, above any reproach
    Heralding merits and valiant deeds like a coach
        A coach who stores the team behind padded walls

Yes, life behind these padded walls. wishing t’were a dream
    For here, unlike in dreams, the silence screams, but not silent screams
        Not silent screams from ancient Queens beheaded on a stage.

by John T. M. Herres
(c) 2014