Maybe Tomorrow..

Some words are very difficult to say, or so it seems…


all that unsaid

it queues up in a line

waiting for the teller


that utterance

bayoneted by fear

it cowers in the corner


saved by a syllable

or constipated in a

closet of control?


those pursed lips

none shall pass

to give him the satisfaction


never yours

the first pawn

on that chequered square


aged and caged

by being cagey

a single word imprisoned


maybe tomorrow….