Woes Unspoken - Martins Deep

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Woes Unspoken

It's hard to believe your smile

When you tread the earth

Like fingers of a pianist on the saddest notes of a broken song.

When you back the sun

and the snubbed appeals of the wind caressing your black skin

I see drunken walls of a conquered empire falling.

Make up was your beautiful mask

That cowardly keeper of the borders of the Aegean sea in your eyes.

When I trace the betraying veins

on your temple

to the secret war in your heart

With you straining vainly on the leash of hopelessness

I chew greedily on the rumours of downpour reaching for the fallowed

plain of my shoulders thirsty for rain.

While I pace towards you for an embrace

I'll mutter to heaven

that my poetry echo your woes unspoken

and not your words spoken that cried,

"They said I'm just a woman."

- Martins Deep

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