i am silent.

so much of the time.

while lives get lead.

and people talk.

and days turn into

night.

and people pray.

and take.

and take.

and think it all.

is theirs.

the world rolls round.

and footsteps pound.

and the other shoe-

holds tight.

and words –

get thrown away.

each day.

and music falls.

aside.

and love.

what love?

is lost.

in streaks.

of bloodied,

brutal,

days.

and i

in fear

in tightened

hold,

remain

as ever

s i l e n t.