No Word Can Say Poem by Marilyn Jean

Often it rains at number 5
When the year is as long and dark
As a winter night, alone I cried
But did not put it in mean nor sweet words
I am strong at resisting the spell
Buried the paper and all pens
The paint is now good and dry
Who cares when deep in my heart
Blue and sad an ocean still weeps
The roses can soak up the sunshine
But that is all, for not much is gold
Silver nor true ever here, see
I even doubt of their smile for me
I had time to think and feel my aches
I am tired now and a bit cold
Thanks you for coming back today
It feels like you've never gone away
I am so perfectly comfortable
More so than you, I know
With all my anguishes and longings
I am so and nothing much can scare me