Dawn Poem by Jan Jelenc

on the ledge of the window I lean

as the first sip of coffee burns my lips

whilst the day is being born
I wonder why am I so torn..

the spoken words uttered through my mouth
of them relevance is none
for those which are, I keep them to myself

the unspoken ones
are the devil itself

they ravage and torture my mind form within
only relesed when the quill touches ink
tho wirtten on paper they are
still unheard by those wich are meant to hear

and so when silence breaks and time is near
speak now the unspoken
or forever live in fear.