Thursday, November 15, 2007

Unspoken

How easily we hide among the shadows of a dusty refuge
Lurking about and waiting for some sign of recognition
Lips move silently, mocking the cowards will
Freezing in fear that what we wish comes true
Knowing that when that moment passes by
We berate that uneventful time for what it truly was
A cowards leap
To never act upon our heart
A fearless soul
Trapped within a disobedient body
Water down what we know, but never forget the lesson
True wit never bears the sight of what we think
But live this lie that we call life and judge upon the dead
Those who cannot defend themselves have always been our prey
Lift ourselves beyond the just and placed one rung lower
Eyes that could never see the true worth of words unsaid
Speak only of what seems to be what is wanted
Never knowing
But never seeking
The end to our vicious circle.

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