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.
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Author:
Sami Mulaj (
Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2026 21:56
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Comments1
Clever and self defining this poem sends its message in what is not said rather that what is. Its message powerful and unspoken. There seem layers in this poem and clues for one I am not sure whether scent or sent were meant. Very nicely done a fave
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