What Silence Screams To Say

What Silence Screams To Say



Silence,
Seemingly harmless
Yet filled with a thousand words,
Each a posionous sword.
Mute to the common man,
Silence speaks non-stop
To the one with an observing eye,
It spews words of venom,
weeps streams of sorrow
or laments in inconsolable despair.
It exults in joy,
screams in ecstasy
or quietly promises hope;
All unseen, but to one
who listens with his eyes.


Seems empty, does silence indeed;
But it holds within its folds
questions innumerable
Questions for which
We rarely have answers,
But silence holds more than questions,
It teems with a hundred answers,
repressed, focused to be hidden;
Answers which we hope
We never have to hear,
To questions we smugly assume
have no answers.


So how do we tell,
What does silence wish to say?
Does it hold cold anger,
waiting and abiding its time;
Or unquenchable sorrow.
Ready to sweep you in its trade;
Joy, so beautiful,
waiting for the right moment to share
or Hope, that things will brighten,
And burden lessen.
None have yet to find to true way.
So, what does my silence say?!