What Was Never Said Could Have Made All The Difference Poem by Patti Masterman

A wall just can't answer
The bleeding mind's call;
It's wood has no warmth
And no heart, at all.

Cold brick and shutters
Will never admit
The soft touch of fingers;
A hint of regret.

Someone may be searching
Their days, for some peace,
But inside of our prisons
Even long arms can't reach.

I wish I had heard you
At your loneliest hour,
But no one could save you,
For you had all the power.

Each man is a sovereign,
And he rules his own day;
It never turns, on what got said-
But what- they couldn't say.