I whisper my secrets,
my words,
my thoughts.
Into the dark of the night.
Because, the dark,
it listens.
it does not interrupt.
It just sits,
and listens.
There's nothing to distract.
Nothing to divert my thoughts,
from the train wreck,
they were headed to.
Sometimes that's okay.
To stop,
and experience the wreck,
that your voice and thoughts,
could cause.
Because sometimes,
that's all you need,
to show you what you want.
It's scary,
to know what you want.
As is the train wreck you experience.
But it's okay.
Everyone needs to undergo,
a train wreck,
once in a while.
YOU ARE READING
Unwritten Words
PoetryIt's so rare to need something, you don't want. It's so common, to want something, you don't need. These are the words that I want, but don't always need. These are the words that I wish need, but almost always want.
