unsaid

circa 01


a gentle breeze blows through my soul
the hopes and fears through endless years
appear right before me
imbedded in mounds of thought

buried beneath the painful stings
the painful burns of unsaid words.

a target of hope is set aside for a shot of
ambition that will never come
a spark, a thought, an idea shunned away
for none to see.

imagination buried forever unseen
a dark kept secret in a black box
walled up in your thoughts
a burning secret
an extinguished flame
forever in unsaid things.