37 Sighs

I like, silent;
I say the truth
But it's nothing to you.
This as my descent,
Speaking truth as deviance,
My speaking memory,
Yes, vulnerability -
Light against the wind,
Cringed,
Awoke with eyes closed,
Weeping;
You lie, silent inside me,
You say nothing
And it's the world to you;
Volumes of meaning,
With swords against the wind.
And still I lie,
Silent,
Defeated by truth
Yet hearing what you saw.
Leaving you in my pocket,
Heaping,
Stitching what you sow;
That you lie,
Screaming,
It's the catch of your drop,
Falling;
You see darkness in light,
I lie,
But I see light in darkness,
Cringed;
Filling the emptiness
Yet you and I lie;
Damaged;
More to pun now,
Always silent before me -
Yes, vulnerability.