Silent Rant...

When humming silence is the only sort
of melody my longing ears can hear,
I become a shadow, hapless and thwart,
Waiting for morrows of all yesteryears...
When streets remove me from their passing toes,
Suppress me with their invisible press;
My feet become too large and voice too low,
Sitting weary, alone with wandering chest...
When devoid of passion, myself draws in
Judgmental queries from those I repel,
Though boorishly tired, live prophet of sins,
Letting my magnified errs to be spelt...
In times as such, I yearn for you; for you
Can soothe my pains to help me make them through...