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
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Author:
Creatistically Inclined (
Offline) - Published: December 21st, 2023 23:40
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I should have said the words I meant
I wonder how many have pondered on that line and had regrets. I know I have.
A relatable write.
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