…that will never be spoken

Words that will never be spoken
drift aimless in the shadowed corners
and the empty rooms of sorrow
just distant echoes of what once was
that only a poet’s pen can ink

in time they will drift no more
for the depths await them
they are becoming heavy
with the weight of tears
and the terrible burden of years

their beauty now lost in translation
aching for the time of release
they finally find their freedom
in their last moments in this place
they feel the soft touch of peace

surrounded by the songs never sung
haunted by the unwritten truth
now sinking like stones into dark waters
where the silence of the ages remains
and all the words are still unspoken
© Ann Bagnall