Unspoken
I cannot not be whole
It's the noose around the neck
The trick, the trip, the sudden check
The lie, the tease
That holds me back
It makes me want what I cannot achieve
Deceiving, weaving round my thoughts like poisoned weeds
The broken parts of me - unspoken, hidden arts
Token gestures, made in fits and starts
Unventured, never gained, retentive and restrained
Too cool to play a fool, too wary to be brave
Too easy to be true - so
Much to lose I'd truly crave
But so behave, be safe and sensible
Defensible in every mark I've made
Though all of them shall fade - like paint
Like looks, like light, like youth
Even things once said
Aloud, but now afraid
In fear, to paddle - not to wade
To seek the shallow and the shade
To softly whisper
Of my moments, ever golden
Still unspoken
Words I'll carry to the grave
12 August 2009Showing entries 1 to 4 of 4
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