Words Unsaid
Words unsaid …
A world of silence echoes in profundity,
the words unsaid that sit within minds, eternally,
tears that were drawn to express,
sentiments penned to address,
somehow lost in time’s perpetual beating,
to rest in anticipation of non-disclosure.
How they fester, when held of mind,
far enough from thought,
yet close enough to know they exist,
to feel their irresolute state of being,
plaguing a mind for all that was held in abeyance,
all that through fear or wasted opportunity, is silent.
Sadness and pain still resides with these thoughts,
like wounds that won’t heal,
and often their toxic weighted guilt,
plays games with caring minds, in regret for all un said,
as time tries to erase the shadows,
but instead that guilt remains, words hanging on tongues.
Words unsaid are insidious foes,
never quite leaving thought, leaving mind,
and so we eternally regret those choked words
that refused to speak, when that was all that’s left,
as love and hearts part, and death removes us,
before those final words placate the end.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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Your words so resonate with me Tony. For words left behind, many stale with bitterness and pain haunt me still this day, and I know will cling to me through eternity. You have opened sores for many. Loose tongues that build hatred between two people die with their souls. They can never be given back beyond the grave. Wonderfully expressed my poetic friend. Bravo
Thanks Vincent, hope you are well my friend, you’ve not been on here much lately. I think most people will relate to this one, as we all end up having stored up these unspoken words in life. Much appreciated as always and take care.
Words unsaid definitely are a wasted opportunity. It is so important in any relationship to not let thoughts and feelings go unexpressed. Being open and honest can put things to rest. Very well-penned verse, Tony, that carries a strong message.
Thanks Phyllis glad you related and enjoyed it. We all carry some of these unspoken words, and hopefully eventually speak out before its too late. Cheers!
The perpetual build up of it all, an explosion of supressed emotion, a real killer in the end, while it festers and haunts. I too relate, and know better than to hold on to it, and yet I still do. Thank goodness for poetry, not only writing it, but relating to others. Excellent write.
Best,
Mel
Thanks Mel, yes I agree, writing is a cathartic exercise and if open we can purge all those pent up emotions we may hold. Glad you related and enjoyed the piece. Take care.