Silence Poem by soren Barrett

If I held acid, would I pour it on your skin?
The knowledge I have, would burn you within
When I lied to hide it, was it a sin?
If so, then where do we begin?

You thought it was I, that tore us apart
but it was someone else, close to your heart
so as not to hurt you, silence was my start
It is with deepest love, I play the Judas part

I face my beheading on my knees
From death only a coward flees
The secret can be heard in the breeze
But I will suffer with the silence of cut trees