Unspoken

The paper bleeds red

Staining over pages

Of words never said

 

Words that could have purpose

To show the truth

Of what lies below the surface

 

But no eyes wanted to see

These words, these things

Painful to be

 

So instead

 The paper was ruined

These words will never be read

 

Maybe it's better unspoken

Words unwritten, usaid

Then they can't be broken

Reviews

[Max5870]

You write poems so well. :DD

[ewest1220]

Another very interesting poem. I have a big stack of papers in my file cabinet that will never see the light so I can relate. Once again very well done!

[sheila.j]

Again thank you!

[Hugo]

Wow. Very powerful. My words are often lost in the wind of our lives... Mostly because half the time, I can't speak. :D Great job. I have written a poem on this topic as well... Interesting...

[sheila.j]

Thank you!

[Hugo]

No problem. :)