words expelled

i scream

screech, shriek

into nothing

shout

howl

blare, bellow, bawl

and hear back nothing, at all

my notebooks are

getting tired of holding

the weight of my hand

the curve of it, imprinted

on the page

the lines are starting to

stain my palms

this is my only escape

i pin them

on the walls

the noticeboard

take them to work with me

and leave them on the whiteboard

for everyone to see

nobody sees

type them up

leave them on a

poetry website

in hopes someone will see

nobody sees

but maybe

one day, when I am long gone

when my bones are dust and

i am long-dead, broken-hearted

from misplaced trust

when I am rotting beneath sunflowers

the words on my grave

might hold a tiny

piece of my pain

a tiny

line from my page

the poems had already

fallen off the walls

left to whirl in the wind

finally free, self-taught choreography

i imagine, one day

they could be found

a child

in the park

between games of hide and seek

sees the words, fluttering

in the grass

and decides to take a peek

she reaches for the paper

and has a small look

she finds

my unfinished book

and as she reads, she learns

someone did understand

her pain was real, felt

held by other hands

and the tears in her eyes

dont fall to her cheeks

she remembers the words

for the next few weeks

i am long-gone

i cannot see them be held

but there was purpose in screaming

every word I had yelled

every letter expelled

will someday be read

perhaps not now

or until I am dead

but the time will come

they will be loved

this is all I have ever dreamed of.

23:05pm - 01/12/25