The Silents' Poetry

The silent come and go often, as if you even notice;

Silence comes and goes and still you pay it no notice.

The words of the silent are the words to be heard,

Yet silence is never broken.

Yet the words that break the silence,

Are the words that we all soak in.

The sullen, sorrowful, silent have a sonnet they savor and seek to sow,

Yet scarcely, these sonnets, does society ever know.