Unsaid

 Wary footsteps on grit; flinching

Jagged edges meeting unsheathed flesh

Forging ahead; to leave behind

Pushing away the clingy clamber

Of words formed...never uttered

Stringy, flyaway hair

Knifing through sluggish eyelids

Gathered laboriously; but 

Never missing the escape 

Sentences strung...squandered away 

Chilling shower on parched feelings

Wafting up memories 

Cold fingers escaping my grasp

Last breath clouding up my cheeks

Long conversations...left untold

Silent reminders under the graves

Dull mounds; cutting memories

Lives aborted, craggy skeletons

Words unstrung, sentences unsung

Conversations undone.

Run, flee, fly, die

Never far enough; never

The ghosts; wispy and real, 

Forever near; 

Of things unsaid, 

unsaid, 

unsaid...

Anuradha Venkatnarayan