silent too long
I’ve been keeping this notebook by my bed
and I haven’t written a damn thing.
I can’t keep living
a wordless existence.
I can’t sustain this silence.
A blank page is a sin
an unexpressed thought, a loss.
I’ve been mute too long.
Even a marble statue
is the worst curse a human being can bear
it’s why we obsess about
none of us can stand to be alone
and a good person
will not suffer to see
Without the capacity to communicate
we are diminished.