Words Unsaid

Words unsaid
They plague my empty head
swirling with doubt and hesitation
Tongue-tied twisted lies
The perception of “everything is fine”
Confuses me …uses me
Until I cling to the nothings
For something
I search your barren face for reaction
Yet there is only emptiness
The commotion of our emotion leaves us silent
A game of chess
Who can feel nothing best
I win
And the hurt trickles in
My mended pieces come undone
As time judges what I’ve done
I stare into the eyes of the dead
With all my words unsaid

by P.M. Rocha

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