Silent Letters

If you ever woed
that you were alone
know others are on the road
and someone will sing the same tone

For what it takes
to be a silent letter
is to apply the brakes
at every stutter

To wallow in the dark
with no hope of light
and constantly bark
ne'er with might

Is true pain
for ignorance is not bliss
it is a life of rain
akin to death's true kiss

Here is a voice
Seldom heard
Man can not rejoice
For his existence is in itself blurred.