Unable to speak

Unable to speak

A Poem by Jack...
"

When love steals your words and fear locks them away

"

 

Unable to speak

 

A’ grip, my heart,

it feels the weakness

that does come of worried dreams

 

Endless thoughts paint abstract on this soul

 

Alone, is this how it shall be?

Watching the shadows play

in reverse of what is felt?

 

Gazing afar, this distance fades in the mist,

hides beyond the waters edge, glistens as hope,

yet merely a dream?

 

Sitting here I wonder,

these clouds of grey overhead,

do they speak my name in full syllables

or will the sun find me, waiting,

wishing that I could say?

 

Words, drew me to you but fear release from my tongue

 

If I carve our initials in this wooden bench,

sturdy as it may be,

would that brand me a fool?

 

If I gain the courage to shout my dreams, would you laugh?

 

Silence comes of this walkway, empty,

worn of the past and not knowing the future

of my desires

 

You have taken my voice

It rests within your hands, for it is yours

 

My pulse races, my palms sweat,

I want to tell you, yet…

 

I sit within this silence,

 

unable to speak

 

 

 

© 2013 Jack...


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Jack...
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Depth...depth and clarity are what I see in this piece. You managed to strip away all of the rules and just write something that absolutely hit me at my very core. I absolutely loved this write. Truly.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks you so very much. This is so far out of the vein for me, I truly do appreciate your wonderful.. read more
This is amazing, I...I can't think of a word that is capable of covering how much I enjoyed this. Kudos....

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much. I truly appreciate you stopping by and leaving so kind words for me.
Jump Jack dont let fear rule .I see one thing that shines on this piece like the garish sun.That the Feeling of immortal Hope!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

That is me, always hopeful or hopeless...one or the other. Thanks so much.
Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

yep you are truly a talent all your own and so unique
This is truthfully one of the best poems i have ever heard. Most poets try to bring their life into their writing. But you have really brought me into your life to where i almost feel like i know who you are based on this. I identify writers not by who they are but what their writing.__ FANTASY WRITER 12

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much. I truly appreciate your comments. I do not write in free-verse very much at .. read more
A man with an intense soul and fragile heart. This piece was amazing and the first I have read of your work. I am now a fan.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much.
fantastic heart touching poem

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks, I appreciate it.
I like it. I think you captured that feeling of inadequacy or of self consciousness beautifully. Great piece.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much.
Pure poetry, absolutely beautiful. I want to hug the man on that bench, and tell him to speak up! Truly a moving poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Rita
Oh wow, that had me on the edge of the sofa! I was shouting at my computer screen (yes, for me, thats normal! ha!) And then BAM! He didnt tell her, I was like awwwww!

This was such an amazing write, so touching and emotional! Just fantastic!

"My pulse races, my palms sweat,
I want to tell you, yet…"

Loved those lines!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much my friend.
I'm barely able to speak because this is so beautiful. Well done !

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving such a kind review.

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Jack...
Jack...

San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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