All The Letters I Never Sent
And the ones I never will
Written without paper and penned with no ink
Blank pages burned to ashes
Words unspoken and secrets unshared
Emotions locked tight, their truths unaired
Carried to their graves, forgotten in time
To return again, as ghosts captured in rhyme
Promises kept, tight inside
Locked behind walls of sleep
And an ebb-less, flow-less tide
Buried in unrelated patterns of ink across page
Confined within their fictional cage
Memories of pain un-dulled by age
Released to the winds on close-clipped wings
What I say to the world
Are my secrets by the score
Their meanings lost even to me
Their ghosts to haunt me no more
Nor yet
All the hands who never have bent
The pages never written
Of the letters I never sent
About the Creator
Alexander McEvoy
Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
"The man of many series" - Donna Fox
I hope you enjoy my madness
AI is not real art!
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Comments (7)
Oh the YEARNING! I love this Alexander! It made me want to write letters again!
I'm not sure what's wrong with my brain today, but this felt so melancholic... I was getting an Edgar Allen Poe vibe from it!!! I loved it! The sense of forlorn, longing and just sadness for a loss that doesn't seem fully realized!
As with so much in life we regret what we didn’t do more than what we did do.
Well done, those last three lines are particularly strong and resonant.
Very well done Alexander. At the root I feel this basically is about how writing is cathaetic… A release for some of those stresses and tensions we otherwise keep bottled up. And the revisiting of them.. Regardless, this is a great piece. Thank you. 🤗
Well-wrought! I suspect some of those ghosts, in the form of subconsciously reabsorbed life lessons, support us on our journey, while others wander away to find more accessible prey.
This was so poignant and profound. Loved it so much! Also, there's a small typo in this sentence: "Confinede within their fictional cage"