Silence

Unspoken words
Can bring sorrow and pain
When people not saying
Have something to gain.

I sit here in silence,
With people and stare,
When looking means seeing,
And floors are too bare.

The words are running and living,
But not to come out,
They are not undeserving,
Of an external shout.

Shouting and fear,
Go hand in hand,
As people who hear words,
Just can't understand.

Now I'm not too certain,
That you think, I'm sure,
Of feelings and loved ones,
Who read literature.

These writings I write,
They ought to be read,
Just as the thinkings I think,
They ought to be said.