I wish I knew the unknowns,
For theirs are the lives worth knowing –
I wish I could hear the unspoken words,
For they're the words worth hearing –
I wish I could speak a dead language,
For theirs are the sentences worth speaking –
If a blind man could see,
Would your actions be worth seeing?
If a deaf man could hear,
Would your words be worth hearing?
If a dumb man could speak,
Would your words be worth speaking?
I am unknown;
This I know.
My words are unspoken;
This I say.
The language of my soul is dead;
Yet this is what I live for –
I can see;
So let me watch your actions.
I can hear;
So let me listen to your words.
I can speak;
Yet I can never fully express,
That which is truly worth expressing –
Yours eternally,
The unknown blind –
Ever seeing.
The unspoken deaf –
Ever saying.
The dead dumb –
Ever living:
To die.
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Poetry of the Anonymous
ПоэзияThe poetry of the anonymous who suffer through depression in silence; perpetually trapped within a purgatory of painful paradoxes.