My father’s birthday is coming up soon. This is what I wrote wishing I could talk to him 💔


Unspoken Words

There is so much I want to say
But I feel that if I try to say it no one will listen

There is so much on my mind
That I feel like it’s slowly driving me crazy

How can I express myself besides the words on this page?
How do I move forward when I can’t leave the past behind me?

The past haunts me in my dreams
It haunts me while I’m awake
I relive my nightmare each and every day

When will the unspoken words float to listening ears?
Who will actually listen to what I have to say?

Unspoken words are words in my heart and on my mind
They are what makes me who I am

I have to wonder who really knows me now
Because the one person who knew me best is no longer here

I failed him…I failed myself
When I couldn’t even tell him one last time what he truly meant to me!



Poetry by Shannon Ann Britto
Written on 2026-02-17 at 19:12

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