The Voice of Silence
I am the voiceless silence
in the dark place of your mind.
Deep in dreams that fear to wake,
I’m shivers down your spine.
I churn within the inner storms
unfolding in your eyes.
Taste those tears upon your lips
and hear my silent cries.
I am that itch inside your bones —
the fire pulsing in your veins,
I’m time that’s layered on your skin,
your future, unexplained.
I’m written on the walls of souls —
forgotten words of yesterday.
I’m unsung notes hushed in your throat,
and whispered prayers locked away.
I’m words (unspoken and unheard)
the seeds from which my voice could grow.
I tingle on your idle tongue
so, poet let your passion flow.
My breath is in your pencil point,
my voice is in your poetry.
When you unravel silent things,
the unknown knows no boundaries.
So coax me from your random thoughts,
I beg you make the choice —
reach gently in the silence and
unleash my pent-up voice.
