The silent scream

The last soliloquy
At a point
Of lesser evils than before
A balladeer of ocean currents
A sonneteer of expressed fear
Landed from a net of nylon
Packed in ice and thrust upon
A fine display of ocean fishes
But mostly all are dead and gone
One such soul whose silent scream
Few around can wonder why
Blessed perhaps with inclination
To consent now not to die
Hopeful of the need to carry
Perhaps to leap back in the sea
And swim away to fresh new harvests
Oh it is his wish to be
Impulsiveness to leap and render
Up and over perhaps so
Back into the ocean currents
Is now his only place to go.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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