Unuttered Unheard Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

It was all for time in time that never gave up
Between a stone and the sign of a mile
Treading the untrodden ways of milkstars
And never asking the same questions again
I made a step ahead just to move the lines
Skin born ones among the wrinkles of fear

When all pieces of life were answered in a sec
All rings of fire closing round the neck
To break the silence of a long forgotten word
That had stood too long unuttered unheard

It was all a burden for a burden taken off the shoulders
That shrug the bags of doubts
And the sound of their tremor
Echoing fine white dust lying on the floor
With too many fingerprints written within
This fine white dust lying on the floor
Each speck lost in an attempt to imitate their names
Or at least the sound of an opening door

When all pieces of life were answered in a sec
All rings of fire closing round the neck
To break the silence of a long forgotten word
That had stood too long unuttered unheard