Silence Doesn't Lie

Silence does by doing naught

Silence means more than plenty

It reveals all and you are caught

It holds more than all you hear or see

Silence awkward and tense

Trying to hold onto thoughts blank

Nervous and unsure in your presence

Too occupied with appearance and rank

Silence is a right and protection

Saying nothing is nothing against

Speaking through analysis and selection

Solely which way in which is insistent

Silence is a dropped case and consent

Do not be victimized by such

Leaving things unsaid to be bent

Tormented between ropes of double dutch

Silence comfortable and warm

Sitting awake and asleep

Cuddling in to survive the storm

Surviving the falls no matter how steep

Silence familiar and all-knowing

Speaks more than any else upholds

Intuition bound by wired heartstrings

Decades in seconds in which it molds

Silence is the timid yet mighty thespian

Silence doesn’t lie to anyone

Silence

Tears,

Lachrymose and melancholy

Wrenching pain within

Eyes water uncontrollably

Over-flowing at eyelid’s rim

Don’t want others to see

Must stay strong

And keep appearance

Must hold it all in

But a single tear slips

Falling upon the cement ground

A loud pounding boom

No one has yet seen

Or heard the loud crash

Of the impact of that first single tear

And one after another

Come raining down

As you sprint away

Leaving all others standing,

Confused and uncertain

Seconds pass,

Like centuries on end,

Until they chase you down

And question the matter

But you’ve grown accustomed to it all

Routine almost

And shake your head

And sadly smile

Nothing’s wrong,

Nothing’s the matter

And life goes on