Silence Poem by Roger Bewman

Sometimes silence can present zillion things
make you weep in your drunken thoughtful jinx
can hang truth in false links

Sometimes silence can echo in despair
can scatter life in thin air
when you believe all is uncool and unfair

sometimes silence can be a tree that grows in us
and breaks like expensive Bohemian glass
still you can join another lifeclass

Sometimes silence can be a tear in the heart
an answer in the dark, a pure invisible art
that cant let go, cant depart

Sometimes silence can be the sense of absence
or absence of the sense slowly torturin your inner fence

Sometimes silence can make you smile
if you overcome the barrier of your own exile