The Color of Silence
by Michael Wolsey
Silence is Golden,
It glitters,
In the eyes,
Of those who hold it dear.
Silence is Golden,
That is what my mother told me,
Took my truths to the bank,
Oh, the riches I amassed.
Silence is Green.
Silence is Golden,
Greedily, I hoard my booty,
Storing the spoils,
For the inevitable conflict.
Silence is Red.
Silence is Golden,
The yellow blade wielded brandishly,
By myself,
At myself,
Silence is Black.
Silence is Black,
Yet religiously,
I hang on,
To its’ brilliance.
Silence is Black.
