Silence

Words fail to express that sensation
drowning in the agony of compressed emotion
groping for a glimpse of the well- seen
struggling to banish the pretender
though the pretender is by human breath
the proper

Cleansing the dirty vocal chords in the
passionate fire of truth,
truth heard to molten ears alone
but joyfully expressed as all other words
fail

And where the truth lies-
buried beneath dark skeletons
with painted smiles
it cannot be seen.
The dearest love fails.
Denial has become so consistent
that consistency itself has morphed into falsehood.