Unspoken Words

A crumpled piece of paper,

just barely passing the garbage can,

holds so many words that will

remain unheard, and unread,

and all of these words have died

and will always remain as they are

invisible and scrutinized and given up on.

The heavy feet that tread on

unforgiving sentences,

all day and night,

will stay as ink on paper,

thoughts on trees,

whispers on dying leaves of patience.

And if you read these secrets of another soul,

you will find a person as cold and hollow as yourself,

for we are united in a game,

of imperfections and flaws,

full of these eternally unspoken phrases,

of this world.