Silence calls me king
I have never stopped parading these sentences
Since the day I realized the value of my true say
This mouth a wound
Life an angry barrel
Picked from a battlefield
I’ve never known what it means to be tight-lipped
When the empty comes crawling at my feet
Beseeching me to lend her some voice
To give a portion of my devotion
I entrusted her more than what’s asked
I offered her some bones
I offered her some flesh
I offered her some color
I offered her some feet
The quiet wind whispers again
I disseminate her word to the earthlings
Each letter a gateway to someplace young
A thousand eyes glare when I utter
I have never known what it means to be silent
When the heart arrives with a hefty “payload
I say I am here, take these towels for your tears
My eyes and ears are listening
My heart and mouth, consciously loaded
Ready…
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