Michael Edwards

WORDS UNSAID

 

 

 

WORDS UNSAID

 

As  sounds of street pervade the air

in all degrees of dissonance

with nothing to excite the mind

he lay upon a bed of straw

where dirt and dust of city life

steeled in through open windows.

 

Submitting to his slumbers call

he lay alone consigned to dream

of words unsaid by strangers.