The Weight of Silent Eyes

He says, "No soul will hear my cry.. No hand will catch the tears I dry." He says he shines, he says he gives.. But in his chest, no kindness lives. He paints with smiles, a brittle hue.. Yet every laugh he speaks is blue. He throws his echoes to the skies.. And begs the void for sweet replies. But I... I bleed across the page.. Each word a wound, each line a cage; And though he claims the world is blind.. My broken verses hold their minds. They read, they ache, they weep, they fall.. They shatter mirrors off the wall. No cheers, no crowds, no roaring fame.. Just hollow hearts that know my name. He says, "You’re lonely." I say, "See.. The world is silent.. but it breathes me." It wraps my sorrow in its sleep.. It buries pain where shadows creep. So let him shout into the sun.. My whispers weigh a thousand tons. No need for noise, no need for cheers.. I own the silence and the tears.