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Unspoken.
Last night, my heart
Disclosed itself
As I lay in bed, I felt
the uproar
Of pain and anxiety
Ripping through me
Next time we speak
Will the last, I said
And no scornful words
Nor begging looks
Will turn it back around.
Final moments, can be precious
They can summarise a life-time
Of unspoken withdrawal.
But it has been ticking
The shadow of this bomb
Is about to make itself heard.
I become bodiless
And exorcise this hate
As a unbridled passion
From within me.
You never did see it coming.
