Unsaid

Unsaid

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Should I bite my tongue?

I’m sick, but it’s not just the blood I’m swallowing

Things said wrong

Things said right

I can’t tell the difference

I know what I should say, but I’ll bite my tongue

I’ll stay sick, but not just from the blood I’ve swallowed

It’s too late

It’s too early

Talking in circles and beating dead horses

To much talk about the past

Not enough talk about the future

My tongue is sore

I’ve swallowed too much blood

I’ve been sick for too long

Verbal vomit is my style

Emotional vomit is not

I’m not a Genie, but you might be so I’ll kill this bottle of Rum

Numb my tongue

Wash down the blood

Say the unsaid