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AN: Wrote this a while ago; found it going through my old notebooks. Yes, it's in Iambic Pentameter.

Silent Pain

The wind breathes its curse; the leaves whisper lies;

Her life turns against her while all else dies.

Understanding is not a sad option,

Rather, it all falls into confusion.

All she wants is to ride away from it,

Off, away into the pale, hot sunset.

As she listens, the mournful baby cries,

Its mother wailing as two lovers sigh.

And, as before, all is silent again.

All that can be heard is her silent pain.