Sunk

Sunk

It’s the silence that hurts the most –
When our efforts are all ignored.
We’re never told what we’re doing wrong,
When our souls are mutely scored.
Did I offend you ?  Or bore you rigid ?
Is my writing just too bleak ?
So why can I not find people like me ?
Am I really so unique ?
I send my children into the void
To no reaction at all,
Even a groan at least shows you looked –
But I just bounce off your wall.
And yet, I know that I ignored others
When their work neither sang nor stung –
I’m just as guilty, crushing their dreams
By politely holding my tongue.