A Mime's Poem: The Poem You Will Never Hear... |
I’ve played this game dozens of times. Perhaps I’ll play it a hundred more. Once again, I’ll play the mime As next to you, my heart begins to soar. My mouth, open, yet no sound comes out The cat preys on my tongue While I pray, hoping to shout But my words, the silence has sung. I sit there captivated, by your talk Your gestures, your smile, your opinions My courage fails, wanting to ask yet I only balk. So I look, as my words are sucked into oblivion. I smile, an idiotic smile, without anything to say My time becomes clock work as it speeds past My time with you soon becomes a memory, the past, As you have gotten up and left me in dismay. Just a lonely mime, stretching my hand where you had gone Pulling the imaginary rope to bring time and you back... As your friend, I laugh, and fool around with you Closer than what the past ever knew But when it happened, it was completely new My world turned upside down. You, who seemed an arms length away Now, you were an ocean away, where I couldn’t reach. The more I cared, the more affection I had, The farther you seemed, the more the waves roared As I felt the burden of silence on me. I shouted, yet the only thing that heard were the waves I waved and but you couldn’t see me. I could gamble it and attempt to ride The boat, our friendship, so you could see But what if it sinks or I lose my way? Actions speak louder than words But when I can not speak, do my actions actually speak? Or do they just simply whisper, quietly squeak? I wrote this down, as one of my actions, But you don’t hear it, not even a bit. A mime, makes no noise, but perhaps their clothes rustle If I speak and you can not hear, did I make a noise? If I act and you can’t see, did my actions speak louder? So I’ll play this game once again, I’ll sit And mouth this poem, I’ll act it out, This mime’s poem for you to hear. |