Silence of One

My voice has silenced, I cannot speak O, how might I express The sentiments which have afflicted me? O, how may I confess? My vocal chords are straining thus, Yet words are left unsung My lips have formed the sentences O, what am I to become? My heart has found a pen and page Upon which it does pour, The black ink river flows and flows, Uncovers what hid before My affections dance across the page, While others weep and mourn The words are thread to mend my heart Which had been prior torn Pen, unlock the vault that has Forever been unopened The page contains unspoken words Which I have boldly penned These words speak naught, yet can be heard Alas, I've finally spoken Through ink-ed words writ on a page O, I have now awoken.