To the silent one: A poem 

Do you walk in your sleep? 

Do you laugh like you weep? 

Are you crestfallen from lack of hope? 

Do you drop down a well like a rope? 

Like a dodo, have you ceased to be? 

Edged out by the guns of destiny 

A tired war and mutilated bones 

describes the character of your home 

Were you once careless in innocence? 

In the wishing well, cast your tuppence? 

A child knows not he is married to his fate 

Do you have the courage to smile too late? 

I can’t give you promises like bread and wine 

I can only say what to say is mine 

If only I could gift you a rainbow for a word 

But even if silence has a voice, yours goes unheard