“Why don't you talk?”

They asked ritualistically

While prating characteristically

Filling the air with echoes

That ricocheted down the halls

Losing meaning

Incoherent screaming

He listened to it all

Until the final bell

In his logorrheic hell

“Why don’t you talk?”

They probed, devoid of care

So he’d return their stares

Curious and violent

The truth just as quiet

He always knew what to say,

And that's why he remained silent.