All For Him, To Know Everything

I spoke in writings for only God and I
They ran in slow motion
They ran to my heart
And left me in the dark - with pitiful words

My silence was meant only for the dead
They knew me too well - what a shame -
I had air to breathe, and nothing else
And wearing words out; of a heavy pain

I held a mindset too close to a sun
Who had no daylight - but a fiery poetry
Depicting a world imprisoned from me
And showed itself only to God

And never to me…