A Requiem Of Silence

Unheard but not unsaid
My every gesture speaks
and every line on my forehead
Tells a story
of gestating dreams and dying ambitions
of dismay in victory and ecstacy in defeat
every tear shed or unshed
follows a line of tragedy
slick salt upon my wounds
and every look gives birth
to a single answer
for so many questions
and so many questions
for a single answer
while not a leaf stirs
nor vocal chords reverberate
all thoughts and sensations drowned out
by thunderous requiems of silence