Unable to speak

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

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Revery]

Jack,

You have no idea how this speaks to me at the moment, wow timing.

"Silence comes of this walkway, empty,
worn of the past and not knowing the future
of my desires"

"I sit within this silence,
unable to speak"

There are things in life that can not be explained but only through a story or poetry. These feeling expressed in this poem are such, so very passionate and deep. Thank you for sharing.

[Jack...]

I am thrilled that my words held a special meaning for you but saddened a bit because I know how I felt writing this and truly wouldn't wish that on another. Thank you so very much for this special review. I truly apprciate it.

[Sami Khalil]

"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"
This is completely different from you Jack but I still like it a lot. Those lines are great...:)

[Jack...]

Thanks Sami, just stepping outside of the box a little.

[Sami Khalil]

I like that . I like to change too now and then...:)

[Just Kim]

wow such an amazing lovely read

[Jack...]

Thanks so much. I appreciate you reading my work.

[TL Boehm]

poignant and resonant. When one can read a poem and nod in agreement - that is one mark of a solid write. This one was visually solid as well. I often write based on looking at a picture - with varied success - so the verse about the park bench was 'real' to me as I read the piece. Its been a bazillion years since I felt what the poem discusses - but I remember it clearly. That sitting on your hands and keeping your tongue tight behind your teeth because you cannot say what every other fiber of your being is screaming. We all go through it....nicely penned.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. You hit it right on the mark with your interpretation. Thank you so much for reading my poem and understanding its meaning.