Silent Mist

I don’t complain

I own my silence

I welcome it

I embrace

I enjoy the silence

No,

I don’t complain,

Yes,

It’s been a while

Some years have gone by

Yes

Two n half decades waved goodbye

No

I still don’t complain

It’s hard to blame

Yourself for anything

I was never picked upon

Never made fun off

I was too nice for a fight

I was living a good life

So why, speak up

Yes, I have been year for a while

Blending in the background of your settings

Staring down on misery

Like a mannequin, ever regretting

I have been restrained

Detained in my thoughts

See

You are preoccupied with something;

Like rent, food, and job when you have nothing

And you are mortified to lose it all, when you have everything

So I, always had an excuse to be quite

Until I met him

His spirit passed through me

He speaks to me

Through poetry

So skillfully

He communicates

Purely, from his soul

Solely, to my core

He speaks

And tells me speak up

Now, I turn up

When you tune in the mic

Just to tell you I have a voice

To show you I exist

No more a mist

No more silent