Wisdom Gained Over Centuries

Now one would think

How does Silence sound?
Like the noise of mountains shattering
Only it’s hope that rubbles on the ground.

 

One might even ask
How does it abate?
How would you avert your eyes,
When they don’t look yet hate?

 

The intent and will keep it mime
And efforts to make the pain felt
It’s the purpose that hurts more
More than the contempt held.

 

The eyes that do not look
Cannot be averted or fought
The loud silence of hatred
Cannot be battled, does not distraught.

 

Go by the silence and go by that look
Go by that eyes that deny their gaze.
Go by the lips that speak to you not
Go past the person and go by your days.