When Words Can't
Unspoken Brokenness
Is it possible to claim your innocence
standing by, exposed in consequence
Silent is the shot gun rider
living life, as the outsider
*
The date was set
nowhere to turn
The mind forgets
the spirit burns
*
Payback for wrongs
choices were made
The final song
the cards were played
*
Dripping with guilt
anguish and pride
The walls must be rebuilt
when trust has died
*
When eyes connect
where do tears hide
Aftereffects
can't be denied
*
Experience taught us, hurt and pain
survival birthed defense
Nothing to stop this fast-running train
when fear outlasts all commonsense
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They banished the blows
no-one else could have seen
Everything that we know
was inhumane and obscene
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Your hands pressed to my lips
we spoke not a word
Choices harder than bricks
can't undo things that we heard
*
Forgiveness required
but no-one will ask
The cause is expired
our hands committed the task
*
No-one can know
we hide the secret away
Deep down in the water
where the bitterness lays
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My eyes saw your pain
your heart felt my bruise
With no other way
we had nothing to lose
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We gaze out the windows
all covered in dew
We dangle in limbo
silently, me and you
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The trees seem to be weeping
as they watch us pass by
The moon is timekeeping
as the mocking bird cries
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Two small broken spirits
trying to take it all back
If we confess, no-one will hear it
it is the words that we lack
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Banished to the silence
too afraid to speak up
Punished for defiance
completely ran, out of luck
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A house with no home
a family of excuses
Two children left all alone
punching bags, full of bruises
*
The smell of the dirt
still remains in our noses
As we dispose of the hurt
cut by the thorns on the roses
*
The chill in the air
matches the chill, up our spines
The water's splash, dare
our expressions, benign
*
Droplets drip off our faces
as the shadow grows dim
Adopted for tears as they trace,
tarnished our skin
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We paddle to shore
nothing but sounds of the water
You use the tip of the oar
lambs returned from the slaughter
*
Innocence, dead and gone
but the shells still remain
Ashamed of what we have done
words just get in the way
*
The radio plays
as we travel along
Everything we would say
plays through the words in the song
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And I see your hands tremble
with your hands on the wheel
And your sobs are so gentle
I can feel what you feel
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The rhythm of the wipers
help to pass along time
The silence a sniper
self-defense was our crime
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We pull into the drive
with ne'er a light on
Survival still alive
the sun bringing the dawn
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I take your hand
as we start up the stairs
forgiveness or damned
we will ask, in our prayers
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Into the darkness
we take our first step
Surrounded by silence
secrets kept to the death
*
Sitting together, still, all alone
no words can un- say
Can't un-throw the stone
while we're hiding in gray
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insight
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters


Comments (13)
Stellar poem Kelli! Wow! ๐
Bowled over once again by your poetic prowess! I'll just concede now. What a great entry!
What a experience you took us through! This is brilliantly unravelled.
Whoaaaaa! God you're so good with rhymes! And this was sooooo deep and emotional. Like wow, just wow! You definitely nailed this challenge!
Good work showing the journeys we all have to take one way or another.
๐ฎ Wow! So many great lines in this. This really opened my groggy eyes, now I'm awake for the day! Great stuff! Thank you.
Great ebb and flow on this one!
So achingly, painfully, heartbreakingly evocative. This is powerful, Kelli.
Wow. This is incredible, my friend. Excellent job.
Absolutely brilliant Kelli.
Great take on the challenge , making is think
Not quite sure what happened, the children have bruises, and the parents did something to feel guilty for. At least they feel guilty , men beat their girl friends and blame it on them.
Nicely written ๐ ๐๐