WORDS UNSAID

 

Tripping on my toes,

Toes tripping on woes,

Hindering connecting letters;

Breaking off from hot fetters,

Of irons, cold steel and criss-cross bars;

Barring my hidden words in this very old jar

 

Unsaid words are tripping,

Every page is flipping,

Words are imploding,

This is time to explode it

 

These unsaid words grow like ‘fros;

Entangled in years of lies as cornrows

Sweeping these minds streets of being better;

Camped in sections after a run; helter-skelter

These unsaid words cry out from old scars,

Grown too wild, leaving roots buried in coal tar

 

Unsaid words are tripping,

Every page is flipping,

Words are imploding,

Waiting to explode it

 

These words will trip on toes,

Toes skipping to every close,

Hindered, and connecting letters;

Bonding this break with wordy fetters,

Of irons, cold steel and criss-cross bars;

Baring my unsaid words; healing old scars

 

My unsaid words are tripping,

Every page will be flipping,

Words will be exploding,

None can control it.

 

 

©Neofloetry, 2015.