Consuming Quiet

A universe lies behind every smile,

masking galaxies and dimensions new.

To just travel through would take a great while

and even then you would have seen merely a few.

Surrounded by vultures hungry for blood,

the delicate don a noble facade.

But like a decrepit dam against flood,

negative affliction will soon pervade.

As I am one of the most fragile kind

who had once believed that death had no sting,

I vowed from that day on to be not blind

to the fledgling dove with a broken wing.

Defy these contracts to which we are bound.

Please, feel for those who suffer without sound.