Expression Poem by Jayne Doe

The empty air around me begs for a sound to be made
All I have is a sigh
The canvas is blank and begging for colors
I offer it blacks and grays
I feel the tug of a feeling
Grasping the edge of my heart
I stifle it
For I wish it was a smile, a laugh
Something jolly
But I know it's only a tear
Then another
And another
Perhaps I'll offer the silence a sob
And the paper the stain of a tear
At least then I'd be present
Instead of not being while here.