A volume of silence

Morning called from rest
A heart that once was mine
And woke a burden withen
What used to be myself
A soul alass of sorrow
Stirred that being to life
While bore it only anew
Rich mark of death that dawn
Irational blindness of pain
Held captive hidden tears
And not a sound I murmerd
As I saw myself grow dim
But silence spoke much for me
In form of soundless scream
Till night inclosed forever
Myself
And my muted dream