THE UNSPOKEN WORDS

THE UNSPOKEN WORDS

Here I am again at the first line of an empty page.

My hands tremble, my soul is shaken.

A ruthless storm is writing the story

That was mine to be taken.

I wish to see the end of the misery

Of the palpable teary ashes

Spread all over my heart after the dust settles.

I ought to lose the battle I fought with the words

Unspoken by you and unheard by me.

Apologies might be too late

To the edge of your line from the end of my side.

Here I am again at the last line of an unemptied page.

My hands don’t tremble but my soul is still shaken.

But the ruthless storm would never write the story

That was mine to be taken.

But your unspoken words could.