The Heart of Pain

This poem speaks for and on behalf of everyone who is misunderstood by others. The Writer by his nature, is calm, silent on many issues and less expressive. This poem speaks the silent mind.

My Juvenile blunders are crime?

 

While you rage and fume, I smile, I giggle at your ignorance

 

Blame me not for things from your impaired view

For you know not, what the whole holds.

 

I am juvenile and living at your mercy for a price

Your mind is fixed, holding time at your stride

 

If you would listen to my silence, your sun will rise

Your time is fleeting and your trophies wane

 

If you will admit that my silence is no guilt, you will

listen to the silence of wisdom, you will gain when you wane

 

You rant on, you rage!

 

Why do you accuse me of things of which I am innocent?

 

Oh! Treat me not like you know me not,

For you know not, what the future holds for me.

Author's Note

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