Things Unsaid

Things Unsaid short poem

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Words bubbling up, spouting and rushing
Lips pursed to hold back the deluge gushing
Desperately trying to stem the cascade
Threatening to spew and sputter and invade
Squirming and squinting with the effort
Trying in vain to silence the springing retort
Finally, a blessed release
And my mind is at ease
The teeming retorts gurgle and glide
Yes, it’s better to let it slip and slide
This I know, this I confirm
It’s better to speak out now loud and firm
Oh the ease, the peace after the din
Never will I silence the voice within
Will shout out loud or whisper instead
Than bear the weight of Things unsaid!

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The barrage of words threatening to break out…wonderful!


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