Silence sits upon my tender throat,
Devouring vibrations of attempted speech,
Preys upon cries for help, slithering down
Consuming hope radiating from the breast.
Spreading tendrils to the limbs, causing
Clasped fists raised in assumed anger.
Discerning despair and weakness whispered
Into ears, echoing exhaustion into knees.
Silence sits upon my heavy heart.
While I wish wearily for a chance to speak,
One solitary statement of shameless joy.