I have much to tell
But my voice is mute.
Words that carry no happiness
hug my thoughts and morn.

I know that I know plenty
but affliction throws me into silence
And things that I want to tell
hide in a seashell.

I want to tell much
But logic puts on the brakes
And as much as I talk and talk
only my heart listens and hurts.

I know I want to scream.
Many things must be heard
But I'd rather keep them in my soul
and with my silence be satisfied.