Dark silence

Red, yellow, pink and green,

Purple, orange and blue.

The wheel of emotion runs in between,

Each colour, its own unique hue.

Spaces, heart-places hide shades from sight,

Unseen from your naked eye.

Colour fades with the absence of light,

Hiding in shadows am I.

My heart feels with pink, my voice it is blue.

There are colours that can’t be defined.

Like the harsh tone of silence that hides from view,

In a corner lost deep in the mind.

Not red, not black but something dark.

Unexplained and uncomposed.

It seeps through the cracks to make its mark,

Leaving victims raw and exposed.

It was conjured with a bitten tongue,

Sworn to secrecy and denial.

The silence speaks with its head half hung,

And a colour that looks something vile.

But suddenly light cascades through dark air

Like golden beams of sun.

And it shatters like glass, pieces everywhere,

And reflects all the colours but one.

Clear, bright and bold, truth or lies,

Colours from words that are spoken.

Happening before you realise,

The darkness of silence is broken.