The Continuous Unspoken

The martyrs at the shrine of lost love

bid bon voyage 

to their friends aboard the ship of fools

as they embark on 

the age old journey 

of hearts gone astray

to find elusive gold

in the broken underworld

of hidden scars


To those who brave the chill

of unrequited sentiments

from icy touches

their arctic centres

freeze a dream

of those who would court angels

disguised as you and I

until the discourse becomes a torrid fire

from fragile embers long ago





Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

5 thoughts on “The Continuous Unspoken”

    1. Thank you Amy. 🙂 for years I’ve avoided writing it like peasants avoided contact with the black plague and I’m not sure why.

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