Silence Poem by Allan T. Muir

Solitude isn’t being alone
Hiking some far off trail,
Nor is it quietly sitting
Letting your inner thoughts unveil.
Its suffering in silence,
As the hours tick by.
Its calling on your friends
And trying not to cry.
For the anguish they cause
In your bleeding soul,
Weather they know or not
Is from making you be all alone.
And as your desperation grows,
You know that you will never show
The feelings that they sow
No matter how the grow
And yet you wish,
To shout how you feel
So the whole world will hear
About when the silence fell.