Silence

Silence

Sometimes silence slices deeper,

Leaving lacerations exposing our bones,

Revealing the naked reality of what we are,

Exposing the ruins of who we were.

 

And when the cold passes,

It sinks into our veins,

Pumping silence and imbuing despair,

All the while signifying nothing.

 

Deep, dark, and desolate,

Yet silence cuts across the darkness,

And the words left yet unsaid,

They mock the thoughts wasted in my minds.

 

All the while my days shorten,

And my pace slackens,

So I watch the moments sail by,

And I stitch the cuts closed.