Unspeakable: X Poem by Nika McGuin

Unspeakable: X



This sadness is
the poem that, I can't write
& the words, I can't say

These tears are
the secrets, I must keep
from even myself
& the apologies I dare not give

This melancholic morning
is the product of useless dreams
that stir up old memories
memories, that ceaselessly torture
my soul

~Nika

Sunday: Sept.13th,2015
8: 52 am

Thursday, October 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: memories,secrets
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 24 October 2015

My first response is to say: DITTO. And that's not meant facetiously, because you have drawn a veil over the poem's subject matter and I respect that. Once again as in the previous poem you speak for me too, and that involves TRUST - that if I've entered this space of your poem I also respect the nature of the space which a blessed silence, not an intrusive curiosity or a boisterous banter. It is a good thing to share this silence with you.

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