The Raging Silence

Whisper low,
whisper soft,
Choke back the burning words,
Consign them to the oubliette
now so filled with hurts 
disremembered .
Sighs that escape unbidden,
suffusing the misery
enclosing this living entity.
Silent grief unspoken.
Silent rage confined.
An ephemeral  enigma,
this Gordian Knot unknown to all.
Unresolved.
Moves through life
silently kicking unseen happiness.
Destroying roses in full bloom,
and impaling Purgatory on its thorns
Weaving tears  into baskets of
Regret
Ever whispering low,
whispering soft,
not able to forgive
or forget…..