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

[KAOlmsted]

Oh man, is that intense or what?? I was pretty much on the edge of that park bench up there reading this...kind of shouting in my head "Tell her! Tell her!" And then..."Awww...you didn't tell her..." *laugh* It was quite the proverbial roller coaster ride ;-)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Kimmer. I appreciate you leaving such kind words and for being my friend.

[KAOlmsted]

The pleasure is all mine, Jack...

[Stella Armour]

when i read your words i had the same feeling you get when you can't wake up from a dream. It's a sort of fear and i can feel the apprehension.Liked this poem Jack, it ran deep....

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Stella.

[redflutterby]

It is what we all fear. A life alone with only the sound of our own heartbeat. It is against our nature to be completely alone, without touch, laughter, love. We wilt and die like a flower without food or water. You are such a wonderful writer and your words invoke deep thought.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much for your kind words.

[Marri]

melancholia dripping off unspoken words, I can feel it vividly

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much

[Shivam Murari]

Voice not in self-resort :) Great poetry :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much

[quinfinn]

you write with the pain and self doubt of a tortured soul and a tormented heart. so many gentle euphemisms for that longing and wish for release. knowing my luck, if i tried to carve my name in a park bench i'd get arrested. well written prose here, jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Quinn

[Souladareatease]

Have I mentioned that heart of Yours???
You wear it well:) Kind soul
Another Beautiful write that attests to this!!!
careful though........that park bench....I saw a man sitting there eyeing little girls with bad intent.:)

[quinfinn]

drying in the cold sun? watching as the frilly panties run?

[Souladareatease]

You saw him too??? SEE JACK...careful!!!

[quinfinn]

yeh, when i bent to pick a dogend

[Souladareatease]

Just went down to the park to warm Your feet eh?

[quinfinn]

yeh, poor old sod, it's only me

[Souladareatease]

Do You still remember Decembers foggy freeze?

[Jack...]

I don't know about you but I am feeling like a dead duck. Because I'm spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

[Souladareatease]

:) :) :) Pure sunshine Heart Jack!!!

[Frieda P]

Dark and dreary like those rain clouds over your heart, stuck in your own head, without a voice, this one is a bit different style for you Jack, I really love it...

these clouds of grey overhead,
do they speak my name in full syllables

I adore that line, that's exactly what it feels like when you're all bottle up inside....another lovely write, I'd expect nothing less.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Frieda. Loneliness is silent most of the time.

[Frieda P]

Or deafeningly loud, yes...my pleasure always Jack.

[icelandicblue]

There is heaviness that hangs over these words. How we analyze and vacillate while we work up the courage to speak. You capture that quandary, to sit in silence suffering or to speak and suffer more. Lovely line you've created in this poem.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend

[Emerald Seas]

Hmm... How do I review - as the cautious passer by, or as my bull-headed self that thinks of fear after I've thrown myself in a jam? The latter first. I really don't understand the fear of expressing feelings toward someone. I cannot stand to be all bottled up with emotion and sit on it. It would (and has) eaten me up inside. Such an ill feeling - awful... So I just say it, express it, whatever the consequences. For me, I feel if I'm at least being true to myself then that is better than both being in the dark. I just can't be meek over feelings or relationships that matter to me. There are consequences, but I'm better with that than sitting in silence and fear.
Okay... That being said some people I can understand the desire for silence, but more so out of respect than fear. I am so pig-headed, I hate the idea that fear ever would have such a grip on me.
They say the hardest things to say are, I'm sorry, I love you, and I need help. The first two I have no problem with.... Working on he last one this past oh... 2 years! Better, but I'm still very independent.

This is a fabulously written poem, Jack. I felt the emotion, the hesitation, the fear... And trust me - Dear Lord do I understand being on the receiving end of silence. My advice to any that come by to read - do not let fear run your life.

Kudos, my dear friend! Excellent!

[Jack...]

Sweet Sera, I can always count on you to lift me to heights I have not been before. I look forward to your reviews of my work because your perspective is so damn genuine. I can always tell if I hit the mark with my poetry based on your response to it. Thank you so much, for reading, for leaving such wonderful words and for being someone I call my friend.

[Emerald Seas]

Oh dear, I'm chuckling. Genuine good... Or genuine that girl is bat s**t crazy! I've had one hell of a life, Jack and I know we're not here forever. Life ends in the blink of an eye... I don't want to waste it being bashful :)
Call me crazy, but I do love me and how I am! Lol...
Hugs my dear!