Viviana Torres - Silence

Your efforts to be oblivious of me
To dress a minor wound,
To maintain with sweaty fingers,
your disillusioned pride.

Your head is down,
willing
against my stare

At times I wish
my eyes would
pierce through you
reading you

But instead they do so
to me

Oh the silence,
the work it takes!
to be blank
and give way
either way
to what is
unsaid

At every angle you glance
and do not see

Every step you take
pulls you from your destiny

I laugh at your foolishness
but you are a child

And though as much as I deny
I am one too

for if I wasn't
I wouldn't care,

and I wouldn't be writing this to you.

Viviana Torres

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