Not

Something I wrote and edited to be a little more continuous.

Not

A word that cannot be described,

A sound that cannot be heard,

Something you can never smell,

Secrets you can never tell.

A love one has never had,

A hate that fills you just a tad.

Why have you left me here,

so cold and broken?

With shivers of fear,

and a chain as a token.

Am I not able to speak;

afraid of my own voice?

No, it would come out a squeak,

so I have made my choice.

Written September 9th, 2016

Author's Note

Thanks for reading! Any comments, suggestions, ideas to improve are welcome!