"The Quandaries Of Silence..."
The quandaries of 'silence':
Tis better to not
Speak - she said, he said,
we said,
they said -
ALL said
"n o t"
...and then the quiet haunts so deep
deeply
within
the nights still-nesses
falling - so slowly falling
away arms raised hands splayed ever-reaching
to the nothing...
Forests further than any eyes can see
straining
missing
wishing
losing
dreaming
... of 'nothings'.
Whispers -
ever the whispers
streaming tears,
Raging
- so loud even the echoes don't fade -
following
each step, each turn
in the eyes
in the minds
- cold... so very very very very - cold...
- fires beyond any controls...
- silence so deep
even god must have drowned...
- nothings...
There are times
when WORDS are all we have
- to share or not -
to touch or not,
to GIVE -
or not,
to STAND-FOR-UP,
to be - BE or not -
who we are
what we are
..and yes some are
ARE
hurt
and hurtful but
BUT
sometimes WE ARE HURT - FULL
and lash out at
innocence
because we helditin
in
and IN
ANDINANDINANDIN 'til we didn't hold anything
anyone
any one
in - inside - anymore...
take care
Chris