A story that knows its own ending

The unspoken truth is a story
a story that knows its own ending
it carries this unspeakable burden
with unyielding determination

The unspoken truth is a story 
a story that remains hidden 
in a labyrinth in a vast library 
with many levels and many ladders 
in many volumes buried in many pages 
written in many dialects 
by many authors from many lands 
with many names and many tales 
with many different endings

The unspoken truth is a story 
never unravelled
its contents unknown
buried deep within its weighty tomes
its many secrets whispered 
into the darkness 
of the unreachable shadows
in the unfathomable depths
in the unexplored archives
of the unending stacks

The unspoken truth is a story
a story that understands the gravity 
of its unwritten role
of its unknown burden
of its unbroken silence
unflinching it stands strong
in its resolve 
unwilling to be opened
unwilling to be awoken
unwilling to be spoken

The unspoken truth is a story
a story that understands
that it can never be unwritten
that once seen it can never be unseen 
that what can never be unread
must forever be contained
within its ever untouched covers

The unspoken truth is a story
a story that haunts 
the unending darkness
the heavy weight of obligation
renders each moment
in muted shades of melancholy
drifting in isolation
in its ghostly hallows
its unspoken eternity of silence
 
© Ann Bagnall