Silence In The Storm

I get moody when it sounds silly
How could the self-proclaimed
Righteous man become repetitively blunt?
Blank of sensitivity,
A man reasoning with ego,
I, man of silence reproof,
Captures the moment with actions.

I’m a silent witness of arrogance in ignorance,
A man of tribal beast,
I see… He says… I keep quiet
For silence in storms saves wisdom.
Keeping the cords of my voice low,
Heaviness in my heart I swallow,
And eyes of storms I blow
That’s the plot out of the storm.

I’m not afraid of war,
I am just tired of stamping bruises.
In cold eyes until it’s a checkmate,
Clear the path and disrupt the storm in silence.