Writing invisible
All you see is my shadow
The affects of the past
But nothing I’m doing
My future remains black
And my past is scarred
I try to be seen
But everything stays
Verbally unknown
Deaf to your soul
As a muted sound
Falling from my lips
Latching to my tongue
Retreating to the tip
Lost in my lungs
Within each breath
Is a message under
I’ll recover what’s left
To never be heard
And with what comes out
I’ll write down the words

 
Copyright © spiraldown, All Rights Reserved