All the Words He Left Trapped in Her Throat

All the Words He Left Trapped in Her Throat


Listen, these words were meant

only to be whispered ..

But their inevitable sigh was

followed by a moan

and then, by a single silent scream ..

Which incidentally

occurred the moment he became

blind to those words

he left trapped in the depths

of her throat

and his eventual, hasty departure ..



  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 6th, 2022 02:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: Not all poetry is pretty, nor should it be ... and no, I'm not some kind of serial killer either .. maybe :)
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Accidental Poet, MendedFences27.


  • Fay Slimm.

    A haunt of a read which describes so aptly a runaway guy blind to his actions..............x

    • Neville

      that is precisely wot I wanted to hear .. ta Fay n truly ........ Neville x

    • Teddy.15

      LOL the mind does boggle. You are certain quick as lightning πŸ˜‚βš‘

      • Neville

        yep .. he can move like a tiger on Vaseline πŸ™‚

      • L. B. Mek

        ha! that's crazy
        how our offerings sync-up
        in theme, so often
        'our callous indifference
        in the choices we make'...
        this subtly, inconsequential
        (at initial appearance)
        is one of your deepest write's
        'in my humble opinion'..
        (when we leave
        and they're left, to choke
        on the unsaid
        we left in place, untouched
        when at a fingertips
        distance, choosing to ignore
        that opportunity
        to salvage their shattered, hopes
        from evolving, in-to
        a decimated heart's, irreversible
        are we, selfish perpetrators
        or merely: survivors
        escaping from that inevitable
        tertiary blast
        of a broken romance's, consequences...?)
        if I read your poetry differently
        than your intent, dear Poet

        • Neville

          I know we kind of all too often abuse and misuse the word love .. but I love it sir Mek .. thank you N

          • L. B. Mek

            oh I'm so weary of 'that' word now
            every time I feel like using it
            I internally cringe, and it's
            that learnt behaviour, doubling-up
            as saying it
            so often, is something we pick-up
            (we, the lucky ones
            that have the word in our lives)
            and then simultaneously
            becoming aware of its, lessening
            significance due to over use
            (or misplaced use, to be acute)
            is also a social nuance
            we interpret as our own volition
            or opinion..
            I see a future, where people
            have to ration their use
            of the word love, lest they be taxed
            or fined...

          • Christina8

            Haunting, which leaves me to wonder, what did she say? Well, Bullet, you've gone and done it again----excellent write!!!

            • Neville

              its a secret but she asked me to say thank you on her behalf .... so thank you on her behalf ...... N πŸ™‚

            • Accidental Poet

              She was just about to say, "I love you", but he was too afraid that those would not be the words she would say.

              • Neville

                you never know you may be write but just like a gentleman, a would be poet never tells .. he does always say thank you though ... thank you though πŸ™‚

                • Accidental Poet

                  thank you though πŸ˜‰

                • MendedFences27

                  Funny how one small moment in time, when actions speak louder than words, can change the trajectory of a developing relationship. When heartfelt sentiment shows the truth, words unheard must remain thus.
                  Human nature is one of poetry's greatest subjects and carries with it the danger for the poet offending readers. Such is the fallibility of mankind.
                  Your poem is direct in painting the scene, with the reader judging on their own the value of its portrayal. I personally felt you hit the nail on the head. The un-described characters in your poem are there only to bring out the message. The scene is humanity at its nadir and ends as it should with exposure of his failings. A very intense and forthright portrayal of humankind. Loved it - Phil A.

                  • Neville

                    You sir are very astute ....................................... but then, what's new .. thank you Phil

                  • Rozina

                    Wonder what she was going to say? What could she have said that would make you stay? Just curious as usual! A great write.

                    • Neville

                      I guess if it made you wonder, it worked .. thank you for the reassurance Roz ..

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Intriguing words Neville.


                      • Neville

                        Cheers Andy .. πŸ™‚

                      • Dove

                        A Whisper, a scream muffled no doubt by tears, β€œFrankly Scarlet, I don’t give a damn”
                        Oh Rhett, please don’t leave me, lol

                        • Neville

                          you kinda got it too ... maybe .. ta for taking part dear Dove ................ tis good to see ya & truly πŸ™‚

                        • SureshG

                          It is undoubtedly an act, committed in the heat of passion, for what else may I conclude from these passionate words

                          • Neville

                            I reckon you might just be write Suresh but thank you regardless my friend ....... Neville πŸ™‚

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