Words remain unsaid,
For whatsoever reasons you’ll like to deem,
One day rushing to be said,
In strange words they teem,
The penmanship of a pen,
Pleads to flow,
What never existed until then,
Won’t satiate till the weight of heart unburdens its woe,
The fickle flames of night’s glow,
Seems to tease the threshold held for so long,
The pen continues emptying burdens not stopping for any rain or snow,
Amidst disarray of emotions, the hands continue unbelievably strong,
The written words now seem,
Like a wreath across rainbow of pain endured,
This night the unspoken words shall be buried forever and its brightness will gleam,
Only the paper shall know the pain, from everyone else it shall stay obscured.
121 words, rhyming alternate lines.
Thoughts :- Sometimes, I find myself writing all that I wanted to say but never did. It indeed feels nice after emptying the burdens on paper rather than telling someone about it and making them understand.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Sadje for running the What do you see challenge # 65. The challenge is to write a piece using the above picture prompt. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.