Unspoken
A thousand times they escape my lips
Throughout the passing of dusk and dawn
They slip by too fast sometimes
Leaving only cruel regret
I cannot measure the harm they caused
Nor the joy they brought as well
I don't know they weight they hold
On others in their passing
I do know well enough the violence they make
When kept too tightly clasped inside
You can find me holding the heavy weight
Of the many that were never to be
Pressing against my chest
Curling within my flesh
Sinking in my bones
Twising in my gut
And Festering
Never letting old wounds heal
As time is claimed to do
Spreading deeper than my heart can tell
Left with gapping holes
Started by paper cuts
Decomposing flesh
On a still living body
Left to slowly fester
Unspoken
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