The unspoken

THE UNSPOKEN...

 

The sad without witness,

What I said and what was said to me,

Let them remain locked

In a chest with a key

Forever.

 

There will be less noise

From the flies that grow

In decay.

 

There will be less stinging scent

In life’s corridor,

Emptied of the spoken,

That, with face turned back,

Hold the man