Colin F. Jones

SILENCE REAPS NO GAIN

Hold my hand for too long I’ve been alone,
The road so long and empty is so bare
There is nothing here that I can yet condone
Nothing gained from this that I can share
All those long years of helplessness and loss
Dark absent rooms of mounting inner pain
Lost hope and shame; a diminishing white cross
Compiling words unwritten to explain
Few help out others who fear to call for aid
All ignorant to the dilemma they are in
For those who eats the cabbage ever used a spade
How many know the man behind the pen
We’re a long way yet from being what we claim
Though born with all the ingredients to sustain