A catacomb
Of unspoken
Words
And words
And words
Laid to rest
But not in peace
Pieces scattered
Restless spirits
Haunt my streets
Nameless streets
All dead ends
A dreamy ghost town choked in fog
Foggy thoughts
And memories
I should have said the words I meant
I meant to say them sooner
Later came before the latter
Of chances
I’m a loser
Unspoken words
I’ve bottled them
On empty shelves
Left to soil and ferment
While I rock
And rock
My audience
Dampened albums and broken clocks
Hear my pitiful
Lament