Tweaked silence

            The wind howled as the rain fell, all during the
day. So many words chewed, so many thoughts blocked
inside. Oh stationary the reel was for long moments at
a time. Slow motion appealed to the spirit as the soul
stopped.

            Stepping into an unknown role I just hoped. I
even began to doubt and spoke to myself in anger. Why
though? Why would such sounds of the grand morning
air, wet, whistle my mind into a string of dying curiosity?

             Alas I cannot explain except the leap of constant
misunderstanding. The long gainings of assumptions.
Pure simplicity of unyielding negativity. All caressed
my black and white words.

            Carefully the day fell into controlled steps.
Distancing myself from those who I so desperately
want to speak face to face with. Still I stand, spine
stiff and quiet. Not clear on what is going on but the
one day I need conversation all I get is shortness.

            Ah I cannot as for, to me, that is prying. So I
leave be as my emotions stir throughout the day.
Stabbing me with guilt because I don't want to be
disrespectful towards any one person.

           Still, am I not allowed to speak? Not allowed
to get a longer answer? Oh now, late as the evening
draws to a close, can I hope for an explanation today?
Dare I even ask?

           No. No. I sit in silence. Reading the Scriptures.
Taking notes and writing poems. Ah just hoping the
answers come across the wind.

           Dare I whisper, did I do something?