Silence Spoken

You never say a word,
But you have my attention
Never a chatter to bring forth of mention

Though we never speak freely
We understand each other clearly

A time of nothing
A void, in an essence of a ponder on something

Which you bring forth
Also to alter,
Which what was torn

A leech of appendance,
My mind, which you never took attendance

A free sentence on your behalf,
Is something which I must speak first

To what I speak, is but silence
In expression on your reflects

An anemic past, of what I can only see
Which to me isn't but a vague reality

You wish and you want,
To what will never be,
Is forever in a taunt

Your supplication on past failures
Brings forth more failures to which you cannot see,
Which your mind is indentured

You can only look at me
Though, through an expression carelessly

Never knowing that I am moving forward
In to which you will never see, to which you like to show
Staggering silently, and never to understand where you are headed toward

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