Where the Silence Hides

A distinct shouting match with nobody.

When the eye wins over the heart..

Love becomes misguided with what’s seen.

When the lies pull apart..

There will be a story of an awful dream.

 

I thought I was clever and quick

Beyond thick wit always cool and calm.

Then like a severed walking stick

Beyond traveling, broken and withdrawn.

            Silence, I cannot describe.

I want her punished for her deeds!

Or to wander banished over the sea!

Taunt her not nor listen to her pleads!

For what she has done to me.. poor me..

            Silence, I cannot describe.

What I thought was a dream

Ended before I could wake

But was caught in a stream

That no fish dare take.

             Silence, I cannot describe.

Seize the fingertips of her heart!

So she may never sense warmth!

Believe, I did if nothing else

Deceive she did all by herself.

          Silence, I cannot describe.

I wish her purified from my release.

To see me as I was before I ceased

To love me as the gospel of the priest.

I wish her happiness from my relief.

       And finally, silence cannot hide.

 

Reviews

[Liza]

Silence never hides, that is so right - we try to drown it with thoughts, distractions and close our eyes - yet there it is - waiting and waiting to be recognized as you have in this write. The silence creates a stage for us to wander back to images we find joy in to accompany the silence...as flesh and visionary beings - we crave something beautiful to our vision and flesh - this is the anguish and disalignment it seems - wonderfully written.

[Sashalee]

I feel such authority was written in this poem. I really enjoyed it