Silence.....

Silence.....

Silence is golden,

‘tis been said

for many a day.

Silence, for me,

is not;

what is happening,

here, inside my head.

Silence of a drumstick,

pounding out a beat

to big brass band.

Silence becomes

with much, much more noise,

a vehicle stuck

in traffic jam.

Then silence;

roars and pounds,

as it recedes to and fro,

like the ocean pounding

on a stormy winter’s night.

Silence is golden;

to me it’s more a

deafening cry of anguish:

as I cry out instead,

‘Please, someone help me,

just to be understood;

I am who I am,

did not ask to be this way.’

Your rejection

and avoidance,

your ignorance of my needs;

the hurt that I feel,

coming directly from you,

does not help my silence,

the need inside my head.

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Silence,

Silences,

Silent,

Is what coming from you.

Where is the kind word?

Where is understanding?

of how I feel,

the knowledge

of where I really stand,

with someone like you...

Silence...

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