Silence

SILENCE The silence grew between them sleeping even further to the sides of their bed Coldness had crept in between them at breakfast nothing was uttered or said Curtains kept closed as to prevent frost on the window panes gathering more Silence only broken with the scraping of a kitchen chair, then a slamming door With a wrenched face, and silent tears cried into a half-finished cold coffee cup She hopes he’ll return in a better mood, but she wasn’t depending on her luck With an aching body she arose and with a plan to finally go and pack that case As ascending the stairs all the hallway mirrors reflected the bruises on her face Silently she travelled west bound arriving at her mothers who understood it all Who wrapped her daughter in her arms, so as to muffled her daughters wrawl And, to a father who withered in mental pain of a daughter he failed to protect Anger grew inside of him, to an inhumane man whose temper went unchecked With grace photos were then taken, then posted in the man’s local hometown It wasn't very long where that brute was no longer to be seen, or to be found Where the broken windows of his house, were then a monument to his shame And a solitude of silence from tears weeping from each and every broken pane Indiana Shaw . . . : (