Lost In Silence Poem by Bonaventure Onuabuchi

I've lied pertinently to, and; in earnest.
Spending so much to nurture my fear.
The things virtue forbids; I've done.
There has been much harm to love.
Many times, the hurt obtrudes upon my thought.
And each time, I realise the need to dethrone my deterrent,
I only succeed in talking at lenght.
But virtue wouldn't parallel such truth
Like talking much while saying nothing.

I know I haven't seal my lips.
It's the right words to fill the gap that I fear to unfold.
They are too heavy for my mouth;
That's why I always leave them for my heart to her ears.

It's now silence and noise, and they couldn't concord.
And the silence is louder than the rival,
Creating a pantomine; and odd fruition!
Imagine! Dying in silence, though;
I have been talking much
But, 'I LOVE YOU' hasn't be among those echoes!