silence breeds poetry

your poems hurt as much as my silence
they speak the untruth of my un-being
and i seek a canvas to paint my guilt
like meaningless noises perforated
through dilemmas of words
but how often did i play with the secrets
thinking them to be sources of my indignation
or maybe all that i was fed to believe
then, your poems…
one after another
even after i have buried my sonorous claims
your poems...
one after another
continue to exonerate the untruth that
has lived with me like my own affirmation
on your so-called truths