These Words are filling up my head,
Of all the things that are left unsaid.
I think of myself as a tree,
Sometimes it gets hard to breath.
These words I say are all my leaves,
All healthy and green,
Have you failed to see?
The tree is blended in,
When it is healthy and new.
Summer is in full bloom.
Like a blank canvas is all you seen
So many of me, trying to be.
No one wants to notice until the fall.
My leaves are dead; forsaken is all.
Words are now silenced,
But more appreciated than before.
So these words are filling up my head
Of all the things that are left unsaid...
But maybe you just didn't see,
We may seem the same,
You and me, To them at least,
Or even us to you.
So selfish in our thoughts we seem to forget,
That we may all look the same,
But on the inside we suffocate.
Until we are silenced and are leaves all fall,
I want you to know,
The words were always there,
After all.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by Dyan Nay
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