Unspoken

Hidden words scream beneath the surface,
the skin peels in waves of horror to escape,
and still they burn on inside,
trying to flee, trying to hide.

Inescapable moments approach this time,
no sounds to speak and save from
the unwavering cascade of pain,
searing its way through the brain.

And amidst it the words scream on,
loudly now, or softer for but a moment,
waiting for the moment to burst
and ease their burning thirst.

Muscle and bone grind beneath the burden,
shivering and sliding away from the guilt within,
and still they cry on there,
wishing they were not here.

Hide us from the torment we hide they cry,
bury us beneath the mountains and the weeping sea,
for we wish not reveal
that which we have sealed.