Letters Never Sent Poem by Bill Smith

The words are bottled up
From letters never sent
Sorry looms large, aches to be heard
Repeats itself over and over in my mind
Regret hangs heavy for tears caused
In letters never sent I explain reasons that never see the light of day
I plead my case for innocence
Ask the jury in my head for forgiveness
Remaining true to myself is all I have, hanging on to what is right for me
Knowing somewhere, someone else struggles with my decision’s
Wrestling with myself through a history of failure
One defeat follows another and I write letters never sent
Living in hope that they understand no harm was intended
I fear the brush dipped in black paint
I hear whispers on a grapevine that is a figment of my imagination
More words form sentences in my mind, exiting my mouth on a silent breath
Suppressed, kept to myself, they remain letters never sent