The words still hang unspoken,
yet as silent they remain,
they form anew, regrouping to
press again for enunciation.

He feels, he knows he ought to speak;
he knows, he feels, he does not dare.
Haunting, tempting, the words arise
until he forces his thoughts elsewhere.

3 September 2012


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