The hidden pain,
the disorder, the chaos,
the loneliness.
I never even
whispered of such things.
The haunting silent screams.
Once heard, some things
can never be silenced.
I never spoke to you
of my silences.
I never wanted to keep you
from your journey.
Your path lined with
yellow, orange and brilliant red.
I will never forget
the crunching and crackling
of the colors under your feet
as we walked.
You strolled lightly,
so as not to destroy
the delicate beauty.
I never spoke to you
of my silences.
I walk in the
quiet and dark wood...
remembering
fallen leaves.
I read this poem at the Step Forth open mic on 01/25/15
I read this poem at the Talent Poetry open mic on 01/08/15
I read this poem at the Poetry Critique Group on 12/20/14
A list of my open mic poetry readings is here "Open Mic"
Line count: 36 lines
Form: Free verse
Written for: Shadows and Light Poetry contest due 11:59 PM WDC time Jan. 14. 2015
Prompt: No Prompt
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