Tuesday, September 14, 2021

My Silence

My silence curses me,
The shame truth hides behind,
Deeply offensive to the universal mind

When dealt as the superior hand
The other player cannot 
Possibly understand 

As if it's, somehow, cheating
To try to educate, inform,
Provide perspective, will the rational.

There's too much need for the insane
To be more than an unwelcome guest
Who overstays no invitation.

I just lack patience, the wise ones say,
To wait outside the rising sounds
Until they die away.

It's my sin of pride
That I won't compose my face into a mask
But my everlasting virtue that I can't.