Untitled and so it must remain

I kept the words unsaid
they would unfurl upon the ears
scared and slow
I was tempted from time to time
between moments of sobriety and then not
to let the fear go
to let feel the warmth of trust
to know in my bones that my words
scared and slow
were safe in your palm
but I believe in the corruption of souls
and therefore I put the lonely in alone.

Reviews

[Adam]

When few words say a lot, there is true talent. I could connect with this, and being that i haven't felt that way about anything lately, I love this poem. Keep your words said, at least for us.