Unspoken words filled up the room until
The air was thick with silent cries . The murmurs
Were deafening and yet you could not hear
A single voice amid her winks and smiles.
Those gleaming smiles, how well they hide the knives
With edges razor sharp! And oh, her face—
Neutrality covers the brightest flames
Which blaze a beacon of sequestered ache .
If eyes are windows to the soul then hers
Were crafted with a clouded glass. The panes
Are shaking from the tempest of her soul.
And all that life could hurl at her left silver cracks
Across her act. And yet the world was far
Too blind to ever see the patent truth.
