The Loud One
The quiet one is the one to watch.
They hear each sound,
The secret that's bore on their chest
Of the noose that hangs over their head.
The quiet sobs in the empty chamber,
Love lost in the winds of time,
Scared and cowering under the covers.
The quiet one hears and sees all;
Everything in little more than a glance.
All good questions;
Though left unanswered.
They can't be,
For questions thou asks thy conscience
Are destined to remain unvoiced,
Irrelevant to the loud one.
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