When Silence Spoke
Silence is quiet, no noise, no voice,
But on this dreary afternoon, it spoke to me,
I heard it whisper from the corners of this room
Whose sides were too close, far too close,
I heard its mournful whine painfully scale
The walls and creep into my ears,
Low wails of sorrow darkened the joy of my
Rebellious spirit and rent my heart into shard,
After piercing shard, I ached, I churned.
A silent, painful moan laced with a scent of wine
Escaped my lips in a wordless gasp.
Silence spoke in the agony of noiseless tears
Cascading down the cliffs and valleys of the form
Into which I had contorted.
Today, this day, silence spoke to me.
~ MamaRose ~
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