On saying nothing

Sometimes I have nothing to say
Nothing of any relevance
or beauty, anyway.

Some say silence says it all
but then break it with
knowing tongues.

Mine –

A muscle of no such strength
to partake
in the forsaking
of quiet.

But then, that said, what if
I am wrong?

Is to be strong,
unconcerned?
Learn nothing from the
nothingness
and spout
a thousand ill words
that leave
ears, battered and bruised?

I’ll sit here surrounded
by the emptiness

Try to work it all out.