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Your silence
speaks a
Thousand Words
that I cannot



comprehend.


For if
some things are best left unsaid
then
It's not the best for me.


For I am
a
planter
of words


And


I want to reap my fruits.


Yet silence be
the fruit that I shall reap


then
my seeds were misbegotten


in your land.


But I tilled
your land.


Night and Day.


I cultivate myself in you,


with
Words that I plant


and I make it richer by
my actions
which my words overwhelm


Because I talk much.
Because you listen well.


And you never show reaction.


That I wonder if my words are needles that prick you and make you numb...


You
tantamount
my words
with


Blanks


that I cannot fill


And I am but a scrabbler
stuck with consonants


and through vowels
I cry my Despair.


For you listen well.
And you listen well.


For you only listen.


Dumbfounded.


By my rapture of words
that whine and shout and yell and scream and whimper and moan
which i rant and blabber and scold and nag.


For
I am tired of planting
impotent seeds
and of tilling
ungiving land.


Actions speak louder than words.


Stab me.

Rav De Castro
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