Unspoken Volumes

By Amy Saleh

Unspoken volumes of pain

Crowding my glass coffin

No breathing room in this place

Truth is a bitter pill stuck in my throat

I wash it down with a diet coke

A bittersweet lie on which my life I base

Sedimentary trauma fills me with fears

That my heart’s turning into a fossil

Each night I weep a flashflood of tears

It’s easier to just drown

Than to try and break free

If I pursue my real dreams

The others’ lives will be debris

It’s so tempting to just give up

I made my bed and on it I must lie

Yet I must never close my eyes

It’s so easy to let go and die

They say stop feeling…there is no hope

They want to protect me from pain

I can only see my dreams through the glass

I have to continue lying to myself

Or I’ll never be happy in my coffin of glass

Unspoken volumes of pain

Unspoken volumes of pain

Crowding my glass coffin

No breathing room in this place

They ask me to stop feeling

I can only see my dreams through the glass

I have to continue lying to myself

Oh I wish I could break free for a day

Live my dream even if for a moment

But such a dream can only be given in charity

But wouldn’t that be another lie?

The last thing I need is pity

Die or live happy never after

Unspoken volumes and no sleep

Rivers of sorrow I weep… I weep

© Amy Saleh, April 20, 2007. All rights reserved