Our unspoken words
I cannot say words that mean so much as I am afraid of anything of which conveys meaning of such harm, this needle which I carry in my head shakes with impatience in my brain and I become less worrisome of the words that which give aflame way in the directions of my anger emitting smoke which clouds my conscience, nevertheless have I encountered such rhythmic tearing in my head but my heart still beats to live the pain that which retains in my body.
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