Poetry

The Unheard Truth

I would tell you
Of the fear
Of heavy footsteps
Getting near
Describe the feel
Of trickling sweat
As those feet
Got closer yet
Talk about the
Knocking knees
Before the blows
And unheard pleas
But you don't want
To comprehend
What sometimes
You just can't defend
Now bile chokes
Just like his hands
Because you still
Won't understand
There is no point
I won't be heard
The sad truth is
There are no words
And funny how
The same was true
When I tried to
Reason with you
Society
Is quick to blame
To point a finger
Name a name
Easily
Destroy a life
He's a good man
Must be the wife
The fattened lip
The blackened eye
You all taught me:
Best to lie
Keep your dignity
Maintain respect
Head held high
And back erect
The more you know
The less you say
It's easier
For you that way
I'd tell you how
I sleep at night
Fully clothed
And with a light
And how that
Doesn't stop what seems
To be just yesterday
In dreams
I'd tell you
But it's plain to see
You'd just prefer
To let it be
That language
Still without context
Hasn't been
invented yet
The reality
You don't want heard
Remains the truth:
There are no words.