Grievous And Silent

I cannot shed tears for you,
You know,
For then I'd never stop
They'd just
Keep
Falling
Down.

I cannot bend
Or break an inch
One tiny crack
In this castle of glass
Will bring
The whole thing
Down.

It coils inside my chest
And waits
For the perfect moments
To squeeze
It stoppers up my throat
And makes
My hands clench.

The weeping people
And I give no action
Face hewn in
tree-hard stone
Let everything else
Exit by eyes
I will stand here
Alone.

It gets me when
I sleep at night
It gets me when
I walk on by
A pair of gossipers.
It gets me when
I go to say a word-
But no! Shan't say it!
Can't, can't anymore.
It gets me when
I least expect
This thing
That some call
Grief.