there is a sorrow that i do not want to speak <br />it is something that i cannot give away <br /> <br />there is time that keeps on going and if i stay <br />i will just be left out and buried in this delay <br /> <br />there is a grief that cannot really be spoken <br />there is this pain that goes on and one <br /> <br />there are empty parks and empty cafes <br />there are closed doors and locked rooms <br /> <br />there is this self sometimes that does not open <br />there are fingers that remain closed upon themselves <br /> <br />there is a song that i can only sing inside myself <br />there is this poem that keeps on evading what is it that could have been said <br /> <br />all these are mine alone and all these keep me moving on <br />remembering, loving in silence, keeping the tears frozen, creating what could have been unreal.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-could-have-been-unreal/
