What Lies in the Void

what becomes

of the word unsaid?

where do they fall away to?

if matter is neither

created or destroyed

then what of words that matter?

that die away on tongues

important words

swallowed out of fear

or coercion

or even worse-politeness

they linger in the blackness

of the mind and soul

they leave a searing mark

upon the silenced.

unforgotten thoughts

turn bitter and cruel

hearts once gold with promise

imagine a dark ravine

full of everything

we meant to say

or would've said

or will say, once we find the time

all that empty promise

and defeat

and destruction.

such a place, i imagine

would rival even hell itself.