Silence


Silence

Tears fell upon broken glass
A door that once stood tall is in shambles
The fear of spoken word is strong
A hand trembling too much to write
A haunting love deviates from its course
And all that remains is the silence
The silence of a broken heart

The words spoken in anger echo
Resounding in the hollow of my soul
As good as a celibate is to continuing life
My best efforts to climb the vine were in vein
For now I see that I have fallen again
Like a lost flower trying to push through concrete
My efforts were damned from the start

When a spoken word is like a dagger
It's better to remain silent and say not a word
For the words could form the paragraph of my demise
Spoken with the eloquence of drunken rage
Thus I thrust myself behind walls to hide myself
Because to cry and bear weakness before others
Is to give them the dagger of spoken word

My tears have fallen on shards of glass
The walls are cracked and threatening to fall
But I'm so afraid to leave myself naked
Before demons who would use it against me
And strike me at my frailest moments
That I turn to this silence
The silence of a broken heart 
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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