Silence is Killing Us

The sound of silence
Fills my ears
With things unsaid
And choked back tears.
The sound of silence
Fills my soul
With words held back
Lest they take their toll
On you and me
On all of us
Taxing on our minds
And filling them with pus.
Pus the color of black,
The color of hate.
For over the years,
We begin to grate
On each other
Until the words
Come spilling out,
Trampled and unheard.
Angrily, we both storm off
Not wanting to listen
To the feelings we guessed at
But feared to the end.