The Silent Waltz
the bitter truth is,
my insecurities have always been a little too loud
cracking through every little crevasse
that left me on swings
so I won’t be easily trapped by my own insanity

but seems to me,
one can never fairly break out
without annihilating such damnation
that has stormily detonates
one’s becoming

so don’t say a word or even let out a sigh
but watch me
as I swan into alleys, trusting
only the devil’s hands now
to bring a silent cheer
to this almost heart