Revelation

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Silence, in the midst of chaos,
Sound but a muddied imprint of the past;
And the tears a ribbon etched in blue,
Holding to memories fading fast.

The view from the tower of broken dreams,
Dark and dull with the tolling bell;
A chasm of roiling angry clouds,
Hiding yet holding the keys to hell.

In silence, looking into the pain,
Wounds never healed but well concealed;
The dizzying floating that you feel,
Is deception, betrayal, now revealed.