I Express Myself Through Writing

[b][u]An Anxious Silence[/u][/b]

It is an anxious silence
This waiting, this everlasting absence
It is a heavy burden
This hanging, suspended without a net

It is a blatant cruelty
As we both dance upon a wire
It is a breathless waiting
For an outcome withheld yet

It is a masterful skill
To design a plan with so little knowledge
It is a waiting game
With no guarantees for its winner

It is the darkest of all jokes
The entertainment at our expense
When the force of a blade is a word
And its equal is not a beginner

It is a folly of choice
When a choice is no choice at all
When a bet that you make is hollow
No way to spend winnings, or pay debt

Where indecision is a cliff's edge
A mere breeze can loosen the earth
And plummet you to the waiting sea
Of murky waves and foaming regret

How can we play the hand we are dealt
When opponents can see right through
When our 'tell' is truly telling
And down to a final card

We can only hear the voice inside
Not their voice, but ours alone
And choose from a multiple choice
Where every option is hard