The Meek One

Silence creeps in
And there is no sound
A soul lies there
With a spirit deathward bound

All his life he was there
No words forming in his mouth
His kith and kin never heard him speak
What his heart did want to scream

He bent before everyone
Was merely a timid mouse
All his life he was but a shy liar
People never came to help his cause

He was “the meek one”
The one who worked day and night
Till his hands did rot
And his face gave himself a fright

A night did come
When the soul did venture around
He took his life and dreamt death
Even death was silent with no sound