There are unspoken words,
But not a soul with an ear.
Feelings airtight in a bottle,
The bottle can accommodate no more.
Waves crash liberally against rocks,
Where does he crash?
Not a soul with an ear,
They evict not from the overburdened heart.
Ensconced in the pulsating organ,
They dare not surface to the apathetic.
He’d rather crash against rocks,
Not an audience for his unspoken words.
Time heals not the wounds,
Words bitter are mightier than swords,
Not a soul with an ear,
Who will help him forget and grow?
