Whispered rumors
Not to be said
Around any but family.
A blaring screen flickering lifelessly.
Comfy warmth of fabric around me.
Unease sets in as I shake it off.
Steps away it is cold and solitary,
Screams of pain
Ring out
Unheard.
One hand a bottle, one a phone.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Desperately buzzing and praying,
Tires screeching on pavement.
Brown eyes suddenly a honey glaze;
No words reach her.
The ground shakes in pain and rage
Underneath the door's slam
Mom's strong eyes now weak and wet.
Dad's strong eyes now broken.
A knife cuts deep into me,
Cold as ice it digs in
as my eyes water up.
A frail frame of a strong girl;
Glazed over eyes she steps
Stumble.
Stumble.
I watch from a windowsill,
Stumble.
Stumble.
Mom urgent
Dad calm
Each emotion ripping me apart.
A pained roar rings out
Then silence hangs in the air.
My sister, my rock
The waterfall broke through the dam
that was my heart.
Spilling over and down and hot,
I sob with all my being.
Heart wrenching.
Heart breaking.
A rock becomes a pillow
Eyes filled with their own pain and unshed tears
A reflection of the rip and tear inside of me
I stare into them as I think
about the happy times.
Worrying.
Wondering.
Anticipating.
Buzz, buzz
The phone rings
Desperately I grab it.
Mental Facility.
Okay.
Read but not understood.
Words meaning nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
A drought suddenly becomes prosperous rain
Cold covers drape over cold bodies drifting in and out to the lull of sobs.
The heartbreak of knowing the pain another feels.
Wishing, dreaming, hoping,
Erase and ignore and rewrite.
Rewrite.
Rewrite.
Rewrite.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unsaid
PoésieA collection of poems by Yours Truly, Sapphire about things I can't say, things I don't say, and things I can't explain. Basically, Words Unsaid.
