Silence Was Heard Poem by David Nielsen

The sound of these deafening chains
That I reluctantly drag from behind
Has my ears numb with anguish
Tormenters wale my broken flesh
to the bone Leaving me ravaged and deaden
While others just come for the show
Urinating on my self deprivation

As shrieks from above hide forbidden lust
Cries from below hide an unseen misery
Leaving me to ponder whether to dig deeper
Or climb again to my once stale hibernate
Only to play chess with the unconsecrated masses
While others seem indifferent to my
Continued withering decadence

Death be not by any name but my own
as I continue to dig with callous abandon
But as I do my tormenters continue to Rape
my flesh with equal callousness

Feverishly I claw at the dirt and granite
until My flesh becomes bone
and can no longer burrow
I fall to an unwavering mass bone to sandstone

Neurosis asks a question within his oppressors lair
What has made me come to this?
'Skin for skin! ' I heard replied. '
and I asked, what would a man not give for his own life?
. 'Sin for sin! ' I heard replied'
and I asked What would man not give to protect mankind?

Just then, .... Silence was heard