Golden Silence

I hate the message your Silence brings,
But hear the words your eyes sing.
The world is cheated by unclaimed words,
Lost in the depths of Silence.
As the Undead, Silence lives as the Unsaid;
Not dead, not alive; She seeks voice, prose and heed.
Feelings, ignored beg to be nurtured.
Thoughts, kept prisoner, die of starvation.
Imaginings, unexpressed, fight to be set free.
What worth is Silence?
What value Quiet?
Is Silence designed to punish or protect?
The Unsaid; Does it rot beneath the hidden Truth?
Do feelings die if unspoken?
Does perfection lose Truth?
Is Truth best left unsaid?
Or is the Unsaid the Important Truth?
Silence is many things.
    She wears not only Gold.
        She wears Kind.
            She wears Cruel.
                She says Yes.
                    She says No.
In the End,
Silence always sends her message.