Quietude
There is no way I'll ever know
Of how much time was spent
Just sitting in a waiting room
So patiently content
While they'd discuss the 'silent me'
As if I wasn't there
Still thinking that my quietude
Meant I was unaware
Creepy little quiet kid
Yeah, that was me for sure
But when you just don't wish to speak
There really is no cure
With their redundant inquiries
I'd further drift away
In thoughts of why they'd want to talk
When they had naught to say
To dream unto an anywhere
Away from all of them
In hopes to find a treasure mind
Or lost creative gem
'Til dancing silver music notes
Would fill the boring room
To play my sorrowed melody
And reify my gloom
So disenchanted spider webs
Adhering to my heart
Could spin me into weaving them
As haunted Purple art.
