Words Untold

January 2, 2009
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Words untold,
Ancient and crusted with old.
In chains on the page,
the brevity of age.
Not spoken to the air,
Poem altered with despair.

A missing part of the piece,
Absence of it's time will never cease
A pause in it's life, helplessly plucked from fame.
A chance of misluck, a tongue untame.

Clumsy lips hold back the word
That time's ear never heard.
Swallowed inside, word never spoke,
From silent slumber never woke.





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