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Writer's pictureKeith E. Sparks Jr.

In The End

Updated: May 24, 2020



In the end, will it have meant anything?

The exacting nature of our words

unspoken, the affection born of silence

through acts of admiration given freely

with no thought to what one might gain,

or will it, as I fear, mean nothing...

Just what makes one feel that nothing

at all can be achieved, or that anything

and everything must, in fact, lead to gain...

Sweet laurels by serpent tongues, words

of deceit, now accepted far too freely,

are masking the reality of our silence.

More than we know can be found in silence;

in the little things that we do for nothing,

through sacred gifts of love given freely

lending hearts joy greater than anything

gilded tongues offer with sibilant words…

Acts of pure affection offer enlightened gain.

But such a gift is not always ones hope to gain

and many remain blinded, burdening our silence

with tangled webs of complicating words,

words with no true depth of meaning, nothing.

As if speech alone could overcome anything

simply because it seems to be spoken freely.

But are these pleasant words, though freely

spoken...truth, or simple acts in hope of gain?

Are we truly so blind as to accept anything

said as gospel...when nothing exists in the silence?

No reaffirming deeds to prove validity, nothing

save the hollow shroud of enchanting words?

There was a time when words were just words

and hidden meanings not shrouded or so freely

worn, when words without affection meant nothing

and ones affirmations never intended personal gain.

Then, much could be heard in whispered silence

But not any longer...now we cannot hear anything...

In this era few care to give anything freely,

many float words on silver tongues seeking only selfish gain.

So our silence has fled, and we are left with nothing...



Keith E. Sparks Jr.

Copyright © 2004, 2019


Written in 2004, Later appeared in "Facets" 2019

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