Not A Word Was Written

Days went by,

Not a word was written.

 

There was ink,

Eyes were awake too

But not a word was written.

 

There were sensitivities,

Tongues were not tied too,

But not a word was spoken.

 

There was grief

And a reason too, to feel aggrieved,

But not a word was born.

 

Man now

Appears to be a crowd,

Not a word was lived.

 

Spread of the firmament

Became confined within me,

Not a word was filled.

 

A mask has come

On the face,

That does not laugh

And does not cry either,

But not a word was owned.