Sometimes I walk on eggshells, <br />tiptoe around, <br />sit in silence making no sound <br />just waiting <br />for my voice to be heard. <br />I do all this because I fear <br />of waking the beast within. <br />If the beast should waken, <br />the carnivorous environment <br />begins again <br />and the peace will be shattered <br />like fragile glass, <br />so best I sit in silence <br />unseen and unheard. <br /> <br /> <br />10 November 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unseen-and-unheard-2/
