Silence
Friday, January 10th, 2014Someone once told me,
Actions speak louder than words.
I paid him no attention
As he walked away.
I realized his actions
Had nothing to say.
Now mine scream loudly,
Like an unheard fallen tree.
I’m waiting for a witness,
To take note of me.
I’m vying for attention,
On life’s crowded stage.
It’s almost the last act,
And I’ve yet to be paid.
I stare out at the vacancies.
And I’m forced to wonder:
Am I condemned or condoned?
Is there a marquee?
Am I tortured or tolerated?
Will an usher come for me?
And then I remember
The wise words I was shown.
Following his example,
I gather my things.
I’ve always been curious,
Who’s waiting in the wings?