It is sad to say <br />when we don’t have any <br />words <br />come out painfully <br />just like a ballerina <br />dance <br />foot clubbed <br />toes cracked <br />neath inflamed floors <br />fruiting <br />blood of inadequacy <br /> <br />Just like the day <br />when Generals <br />used to lay <br />unbroken necklace <br />of defenses <br />so that- <br />You and I <br />and the rest of <br />the community <br />sleeps tightly <br />at night, <br />when we are <br />protected frugally <br />from being sorry, of <br />not having any to say.<br /><br />Daffodil Decarie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-sat-in-silence/
