Unspoken Misery.

by Jenn   Sep 4, 2012


Almost like two strangers... But without pleasantry's.
Not a single word spoken, this home is far past broken.
Fighting back words... They force there way out like bile.
I'm done. It's over. This time I will make it final.

Screaming will not help, so I skip that part all together.
No I love you. No I'm sorry. No I'll change, can make this better.
Not one tear I shed, means I don't want this.
Their tear's of fear, that I might miss this chance at freedom.
If I don't jump...

Seven years.. that seem like thousands.
None stop climbing up mountains.
We've tried and lost.

I'm done...
It's over...
Finally....
I'm free... Of unspoken misery.

© 2012 Jennifer Nobles
Copyright claimed in chapters 7-10,
exclusive of U. S. government maps

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  • 12 years ago

    by L

    I'm sorry, love is born from two strangers and it's wonderful, but it is sad when it dies to make the two lovers once again into strangers. :(

    However, it seems that some relationship most end to live life once again. I like the title. Things need to be out in order for one to feel better and free the heavy load in us.