And In Silence Poem by Joshua Bantum

There isn’t much to me
Besides my words,
My heart,
And the filters separating the two.

Out there,
You find more sarcastic,
More witty,
Well fitted for the war, for
The departure into death,
And embracement of life,
You’ll find them
Giving you dreams inside
Promises,
tucking them beneath your heart,
That solemn vow
Fabricated in eyes that behold
Your own when you’re kissed,
By whom you’ve been told,
I love you.

There is little separating you and me,
Besides my heart which is wrought,
And my words
Which are right,
Both intertwined,
Both meant for flight.

There is little in this world,
Besides me, and you,
Who’s heart I behold,
Who’s words I haven’t been told.