You say the shoes need filled

By someone greater than I

You think they are still too big

Just like your ego—I mean the figment

From which my imagination grew?

But what you fail to notice

Is those shoes you love

Covered by dust

I outgrew them years ago,

So,

The ever-empty shoes

Were never really empty

Feel blistered, soul bruised

I stand in them, still

Waiting until

You realize that I’m here

Only

I have learned that you won’t

So I don’t

Speak

(Much)

Silent, only

I’m screaming out your name

Screaming out in pain

But all you hear is

Silence

You say you’ve got to see it to believe it

And that is nothing new.

But what happens?

What happens when you see it

Just because you believe it?

The empty shoes were filled

By a ghost no taller than me

A spirit whose flame still grows dimmer

A soul that is made to be invisible

All because you don’t want to see me—

Silence.

The word rings without meaning

A definition stolen away

A sound that means decay

And all you hear is silence;

All you know is violence

So I keep quiet.

Some days, not all days

Just some of them

Because if I could scream

Half as loud as my head screams at me

I think I’d break the sound barrier

If you cared to hear

The sounds clawing their way from my throat

These words that I wrote

But all you hear is—

silence