words appeal to speakers, and thoughts, to silent men

some express the eagerness and others dwell within

but my words appear in earthly form for others to behold and than

they suddenly appear as ink unfolding from my pen

cause words are cast as quickly as a slowly breaking back

but with words you cast too fast you can never take it back

and thoughts that speak a thousand screams and never make a sound

have an emptiness to fill within and chronically resound

silent peace not quite screams exist upon a page

of fine release  i find it brings a lesson learned with age

no conscience wrought no nonsense fought for vain and guilty mind

ive heard a happy silence write this righteous line since my first word