Silence's Worth Poem by Alafe Ramat

Measure of silence worth, it didn't mean empty, it didn't imply any deficiency, it held a fullness, a completion in itself, only in the conviction of today, lives a wish, never on it width shall take, the sphere of what comes around curtained close many remedies, we should always remember to eat all we want but must pay for all we take, no romance with the fatal struggles of making heard our unsaid words, but dead as the night they laid, rising in all hues of the dark, more complicated life seems, when you get to the first line first, as the pace of life retrieve not our burning thirst, seeing a grave like the one that await us, wouldn't make grow our pristine attitudes, it rather wind up our vows, so pertinent, what's the wealth of your understanding? though not under this silent wakes can you give meaning to some dreams, the fraction of silence weighed less the cotton balls, yet the icy reality that struck our vindictive ways, decades of secrets that have passed down this history, yielded something stronger than itself, the sphere of silence's worth besought yet a golden fleece, descending beautifully into a whence in time, always taught grey came in shades, ranging from cool to downright chilly, but striding peacefully into my locus are squid of taughts, so real, so true, a thunder broke the silence crust, but insisted on a purpose, anew, ablaze i am again, a silence that bend the wind over!