The words are bottled up <br />From letters never sent <br />Sorry looms large, aches to be heard <br />Repeats itself over and over in my mind <br />Regret hangs heavy for tears caused <br />In letters never sent I explain reasons that never see the light of day <br />I plead my case for innocence <br />Ask the jury in my head for forgiveness <br />Remaining true to myself is all I have, hanging on to what is right for me <br />Knowing somewhere, someone else struggles with my decision’s <br />Wrestling with myself through a history of failure <br />One defeat follows another and I write letters never sent <br />Living in hope that they understand no harm was intended <br />I fear the brush dipped in black paint <br />I hear whispers on a grapevine that is a figment of my imagination <br />More words form sentences in my mind, exiting my mouth on a silent breath <br />Suppressed, kept to myself, they remain letters never sent<br /><br />Bill Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letters-never-sent/
