This is a poem I wrote to a prompt - “A letter that was never sent” - focusing on depth, duality, and wordplay.


Unsent

Primed for action,
fueled by uncertainty,
I type -
words both weapon and whisper,
daring him to deny,
praying that he will -
an assumption carved into accusation.

Have I been deceived?
or is protection his goal?
But then - of whom?
And more urgently, why?

When truth is innocent,
there is no need to lie.
Yet omission
feels like violation.

Is honesty a bridge, or a trapdoor?
Words wound, even unsent ones -
lingering scars upon the heart,
fear drawing the curtain
across truth’s face.

Am I angry at him,
or at my own naivety -
falling, again and again,
trusting that unspoken words
are harmless oversight.

Select all.
Delete.




Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-10-24 at 03:58

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William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
Your words about words ring true. Words are so often misunderstood or misinterpreted. That Send Button on texts and emails is a powerful thing.
2025-10-24


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Despite the core message of this, I enjoyed the read hoping that somewhere towards or at the end your protagonist would 'see the light' and have an answer. But then the last two lines! Wow! Powerful. In the old days they might have read: "screw up. / Throw in wastepaper basket." with perhaps "start again". :o) Nice One. Blessings, Allen
2025-10-24