I cry for unspoken things

I cry for unspoken things.
I cry for the bird who will not sing.
I cry for the hermit who will not speak.
And sob for the earth
dying
beneath his feet.

I cry for the words that where erased.
I cry for the thought we kept encased.
I cry for the poet who will not write.
And sob for his readers who
weren't
shone light.

I cry for ingenuity that was lost.
I cry for hearts that drowned in frost.
I cry for leaving when I could have stayed.
And sob for the differences we
could have
made.

~CI