Unjust brew

whispers, unspoken words, dwell in most hearts
occasionally testing their cells, fighting for birth
not unlike a chronic physical malady,
but a special cruelty of the self

intangible, their release never comes
settling on the tongue, breathily, unbidden
teasing but swallowed once again
never making consonance, only diminished vowels

an inconcurrent ooh or aah

fitting not once into the discourse surrounding

given no vehicle, no media, no life
they toil, fight, beg for rationality,
they rebel and surface in the conscious mind like a lightning storm
become an ever frequent consumption

resistance becomes survival
circumstances, once chosen, now clung to, allow no opportunity
frustration is the cage that fear bought you
no reply can be made to words unspoken

(seldom is seen the scarlet letter that hangs upon the heart)

silence takes the space these words ought to occupy
deafening, blinding, suffocating
rendering incompetent in conversation utterly
leaving nothing but the expected colloquialism

A bitter taste this unjust brew leaves
and mornings woken from dreams that serve as a reminder
show the fault's home, paint it's door in red
for words unspoken belong only to the heart in which they lie