The Voice of Silence

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 the tears upon your lips
and hear my silent cries.

I'm the itch deep in 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 stashed 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 untangle silent things,
the unknown knows no boundaries.

Coax me from your random thoughts,
my messenger of choice,
reach gently in the silence there —
unleash my pent-up voice.


(28 lines, written in mostly iambic meter with a bit of trochee sprinkled in.... abcb rhyme scheme)