Poesi: Unspoken

A window sat open,
in an empty office
At the desk
lie papers
under a paperweight.
Each
linguistic form
wanted to fly off the page
and out the window,
to experience,
to express
The weight is cold
and stationary,
a restriction,
the holding back
of what is desired.
to be voiced
The papers
under pressure
flap around
in the breeze,
struggling
to break free.
And just as they think
they’ll speak a loud,
their unspoken
thoughts
left untouched
and unanswered,
just as they think
they’ve made it
the window is closed.