These words unspoken fester in my mind

Demons waiting to be exorcised

Yet I refuse to give them a voice

 

Sometimes I think that if I just let them out

My dreams would be more restful

Yet I keep them locked inside

 

For my friends, for my family

I have words of anger, pain and regret

For my enemies, for those who have hurt me

I have words of rage, hatred and spite

All trapped within a self-created prison

With bars composed of fear and pride

 

And contained with them, I know

Are words of love and affection

Words of sorrow, words of hope

Blending together like a mental cancer

Yet I remain fearful of the cure

 

Perhaps one day these words will be spoken

Granted an audience

To those who need to hear them

But until then they will be heard only by me

Screaming silently for freedom

 


 

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