Silent

Do I become silent?

When the fears outweigh the benefits

And feelings are shunned

Does my face grow over my mouth?

Melting in real-time, as tears fall

Incessantly reminded of my guilt

Since when does how become where,

And before become after?

You appear at my horizon during this

Warming me like a pleasant memory

Allowing my words to be spoken

My thoughts to be considered…

As this fool’s rain falls

And my past strikes back ever decreasingly

Stabbing, wounds throbbing still

You’ve laid your hands over my heart

And yet it seems the day will end quicker

Then the breath in cold air – of day’s past.

You are ever-fading in my sight

And yes, it is truth that tears at us.

It is double-facedness that separates us.

Or perhaps fear is the rampart you hide behind

I understand, as I fight the same war

Everyday under this weakened flesh

I will never become silent.

May the gods strike at me

The natural forces lash at my resilience

The God I return to will protect me

I cannot extinguish who I am

What a sad statement

In a world of selfish expression

I will never cease to exist.