In Silence

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In Silence

In one moment
betrayed by trust
emotions rushed
within brief exhales
quickened thoughts
determines a destiny
accepting life in the rain
A path trodden with rage
And silence
is the language of pain
Glares and glances
speak only to those
who listen with their eyes
Miscommunication
among words of words
I can't hear
I don't listen to what is said
I read what is written in the eyes
Loyalty is stripped from words
with nouns and verbs
And adjectives can't describe
what's hidden deep inside
I won't yell
I can't scream
I refuse to raise a voice
that I don't have
I refuse to return
to feelings I once had
with despair as the aftermath
It's better to be alone
than lonely, angry and sad
One moment that turned me away
from who I was then
from words spoken aloud
to the silence I speak today
and my eyes that read
what I only wish to say
Betrayed by trust of my own
I'm deprived to make a choice
having no voice in a home
but at the least I've survived
and I'm alive
living a life that I can condone
I may not be ecstatic
but I'm content in my settlement
for I won't ever fall victim
where my voice
requires sound
I give what I can and I accept
what I've settled for
It is what I am
not determined by my hand
but by the land of man
I inhale and I realize
that it's always raining
it's always pouring
And I realize
I just keep moving
I still keep doing
quietly
in silence.

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graceladymn commented on In Silence

08-21-2009

The time to speak will come and you will know when, sometimes you have to let the provocation of others pass by the wayside, you will know when its time for you speak for your heart will compel you, let no one else decide for you what you give your attention to, if they have a need of you let them ask rather than provoke and you will be blessed and free to bless freely as well.

wildpendigus commented on In Silence

08-06-2009

I think this is a very good poem a little long but good, but it could still be a nice Pop Ballad as a Song, I hear horns, piano, electric organ, bas guitar, lead guitar, your voice probably saprano, hit the the funky groove of arpaggios! you have talent! ask me how I know! WP grecowong@yahoo.com

Mysterious

08/21/2009

Just read your comment to one of my poems, thank you, now I'm asking like you commented...how do you know? lol...

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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