Spoken

The echoes of words not spoken live in my head.

Crying about being left for dead.

 

These echoes from words not spoken

Have been around since I’ve awoken.

Crawling at my skull begging to be free.

I don’t understand why they can’t just let me be.

 

Each day I’ll go on without saying a word.

That only makes the echoes to sing like a caged bird.

I can’t start to speak it'd be too much,

So, I stay at a distance that they won’t touch.

 

The echoes are silenced when I’m alone.

Talking and laughing in the comfort of my home,

But though hushed they still begged to be let out.

Sometimes they just wanted to speak; not caring what about.

 

Maybe on day I’ll let them see the sky;

Until then I’ll hold on to the echoes not knowing why.