There are many stories to tell
but they die in the telling …
Voices tremble
and words falter.
Eyes close
on the reality they conceal.
No-one will ever know
these stories -
they remain untold.
The pain is too immense
so they die
in the telling.
The pain cannot be shared by even the best of friends; it must fade with passage of time and some stories will remain engraved in memory. an excellent write.
Hopefully the pain may fade with time and the good memories will stay. A great poem.
Poets may die writing, but poems they compost shall live forever!
Killing in beautiful action....this write is dangerous, , hahahaha_Soul
Sad stories written with the ink of nondisclosure on the canvass of the heart.
Mute the stones and sad the tales that die unsaid A lovely poem of sad beauty. BB: O)
When heart is full, words are few! Succinctly and poignantly put! !
Many untold stories. That seems to be the secret of life. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sadness and melancholy is palpable, and yet this sensitive and insightful piece deftly and beautifully shows the truth of loss and the stories end and untold. Beautiful, thank you.