what of it, why act on it?
just a state of blankness
held by silent tears
which dry before they fall
the child curls into a comma
questing for loving warmth
but the cold cobbled track is not saintly
and angels offer no solace
that finger is my cue
to stay as silent as I can
before science helps crack my memory
the pebbles hurt my bare feet
while I wrestle with my empty thoughts
"silence bangs hard within my mind
while I hold on to the cloth pegs"