The Boy With No Words
He sits by himself,
Timid and Quiet,as if hes afraid
Afraid if he speaks,hell say the wrong thing..
They tell him speak up,they swear its Ohkay,
He doesn’t believe them.
He feels if he opens his mouth
It'll be like the Place..
The Place,he hates with every being of his race
Where if he speaks,hes quickly Shut Up!
Shut Up. Not just words to him
But a quick slap to the face
Fell out of his place,but now hes back in..
How he needs a friend,
Someone to speak with.
Hes been quite so long,hes forgotten his vocabulary
Everything since 3rd grade English
Makes no sense,Hes forgotten how to speak
It hurts to open his mouth..
His Language is Silence.
Might as well have no mouth
Quiet as a mouse,
The boy with no words..
Wish to fly with the Birds,a place non existent
A place not on Earth,where they speak his language
His language is Silence..
Copyright © S B | Year Posted 2011
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