Whisper

The true purpose of silence

Is not to refute claims

But offer its own answer.

In silence we find meaning and message.

You want the song of my heart to beam out,

But it is no longer for anyone.

The very lyrics leaked out from cracks and breaks

When the hammer of Sekhmet ruled your minds

And now puddles in the mire of the ditch.

Clementia took her leave when your dipped thoughts

Asked for reasons in motives instead of believing in

Aletheia and moving with the stream.

A perfect storm of words, deeds, and loss

Pushing the voice and mind into blinding silence.

So your answer is clear.

Yours is to guide.

Mine is to fade.

Like the petal of a flower tripping on the last breath of the dying.