Unspoken Poem by Lora Colon

Like a baby unable to speak,
Helplessly crying for what it needs,
So I cry for a harvest not granted,
I cry for the unplanted seeds

Held captive by invisible bars,
I observed Love running wild and free,
More than once, I offered my hand to hold,
But Love marched on..... ignoring me

Even the flowers are gently held
In the arms of the sun and the soil,
Yet I struggle to survive without Love,
Wearied by this burdensome toil

While words of Love remained unspoken,
The evening's shadows lengthened fast,
Though my heart languished, Love remained aloof,
Now night has come..... my day is past