Your Virtue Of Silence Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

You said Silence is a virtue
But its just a cruel device
You're just shutting off your feelings
so nobody can hurt you
You twist the virtue's meaning
To pacify your inner screaming
Because you fear going insane
Over little things mudane
Like an assassin with a rifle
You shoot out every trifle
Every suiter at your castle
Avoiding every hassle
Every one who dared to care
Was lured to your snare
Your way of dealing
Is to pretend you have no feeling
But it's clear you did
That's why you kept it hid
Because your vain silence
You don't realize is violence
You put others on a shelf
To protect your fragile self
As if they count for nothing more
than hearts scrawled on your door
So cry your eyes out Rapunzel
Nobody sees your tears on the floor
Please realize your virtue
Is the thing that hurt you
Not to put myself above you
I was only here to love you
Love is worth repeating
Not meant for deleting
And of the virtue that hurt you
Now feel your treasured silence!

James T. Adair 3/13/2010