The Silent Sentence

There it is again.

That thing you didn't say.

I hear it more and more

dropped in conversation

each disappointing day.

I'm painting holes in the air

right there for you to fill,

but you don't see them;

just walk through them;

don't have the stuff to fill them.

It's true some words

can cut and burn,

but none to me so much

as the most amazing words

left undelivered.

Unrequited.

Not even known.

Beautiful words

I long to hear,

dancing like fairy lights

along your musical breath,

painting my whitespace

in kaleidoscope wonder,

filling the universe

with possibilities.

Instead, the words lie still, unopened.

in some deathly, quantum nonexistence

asphyxiated in the vacuum

crushed in the deafening emptiness.

Reviews

[ANTO]

If you took my blood right now and examined in under a poeti-tron microscope you would see these words flowing through me in frustrated platelets and arteries filled with consternation.
You didnt write me here - you wrote this a long time ago, but you might as well had done.
Now take that damn cuff off me - Im getting outta here lol
Brilliant CR

[C.R.Turner]

Hope it wasn't too painful! Interesting poem in your blood analogy there somewhere.. Go! :)

[Sami Khalil]

A beautiful poem with a nice imagery. I like the lines:
Beautiful words
I long to hear,
dancing like fairy lights.

[PP]

Nice :)

[C.R.Turner]

Thank you!