Unsaid Travesty
Am I to live out my life like this?
Coming in and out of hazy daydreams?
Of memories?
Of nightmares?
All where you are so close I can feel you, yet too far for my words to travel to meet you.
The words fester with unchecked emotions, untamed anger and fear.
And they sit and they sharpen their blades and nock their arrows
All waiting for the tiniest tear in their dungeon’s walls.
My regrets about you haunt me into my one safe place
My personal castle
My personal prison
And I know no words will make their way to you
No, the distance is too great, the obstacles too many.
Yes, I know if my words could reach you all they would do is hurt you
Their hands stained with bloods, they would show no mercy.
So I sit and swallow them, the words left unsaid.
And I let them consume me, so they have something to do.
