It is sad to say
when we don’t have any
words
come out painfully
just like a ballerina
dance
foot clubbed
toes cracked
neath inflamed floors
fruiting
blood of inadequacy
Just like the day
when Generals
used to lay
unbroken necklace
of defenses
so that-
You and I
and the rest of
the community
sleeps tightly
at night,
when we are
protected frugally
from being sorry, of
not having any to say.
Daffodil Decarie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-sat-in-silence/
