Unspoken

by Patricia Harris

I have forgotten how
much I enjoyed 
the wprds that were
a river flowing from my mind.

so much to say
I somehow never 
expected the world
to kill the joy in words
I could so easily find ...

struck dumb in the face
of what was humanity revealed,
I hated what I found.

it was easier for me
to live in the unspoken 
then to fight cruelty all over again.