Maybe Tomorrow..

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

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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….