Not a word,

not a word,

you do not grace me,

within, without,

I wait,

I wait,

with sullen pout.

 

My fate,

my fate,

How can it be?

So silently;

you give me,

not a thought,

not a thought.

 

© Silence 01.03.2013

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Silence (Photo credit: requiemm)