Unspoken

Can’t say what I feel

Drawn in by the unspoken

My mind like a ferris wheel

Slowly turning  in the summer sun

The same in it’s mundaneness plainness

Thoughts looping thru my space unsettled

It is a treacherous thing

Our heart

It pulls and pushes and exerts it power with a silent beat

A breath a touch a whisper you hear it

Ignore it

Fall forward

Unspoken yet crashing in your ears like waves drowning

Heart beat

Heart speak

I’m not listening

©2010 Monica Simone