The Mute

I tried

he said

as he held

his head

in his hands

with his face

to the sun

eyes closed

breath forlorn

and the world just spun round

and it did not care

and it did not cry

and we all know why

I can't

he said

as he hung his head

with the shame and sorrow

that seeped and bled

from within his pores

and out of his eyes

that he tried to hide

with a bleeding smile

But the world did not care

and the world did not cry

and we all know why

We believed the lie

Please don't

he strained

as he pushed

in the rain

against the onrush of dispair

as the hail soaked his hair

while the cool running streams

of his dead and dying dreams

pour in rivulets down his back

pour like oil upon the sand

and the world did not care

and the world did not cry

because we all know why

there is strength in a lie

In slumber we lie

In slumber we lie

he cried as he died

while he pushed all away

and would no more touch

the scars on the sand

beneath the old rugged cross

and broke the iron rings

and broke the coiled bones

and reached for the stones

deep inside of his mind

where they bleached by his tongue

were coated red with blood

and he traced on their round face

the lost longing embrace

that he would never again see

and that he lost when found he

the last place on the earth

where the world did cry

and where the world did care

because he saw in his hand

the pen that wrote the lie.