Some things are best
unsaid they say
And sometimes that can
ring so true
The harder to mention through
a delay
The first lash across the
heart they flay
Another quiet prayer to
softly say
Wonder what if anything
one should do
Leave it gathering dust
for a later day
Yet the blow seems cruel
and of will
Questions whirl and turn
to stone
Deliberate or careless
issues spill
Deep thought of ancient
phantoms kill
Haul unforgotten harm
further up a hill
Stiletto of spite pushed
deep into bone
Watching birds sympathetically
trill
Joy in every aspect bar
one sorry ache
Was offence ever there to
be taken
Scrap by scrap trust
starts to flake
Creates a downward
slithering snake
Irritation mentally filed
true or fake
Hope for a salve for love
forsaken
Restore a bond now
sleeping to awake
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