Words

Words
the ones that fail
to leave your lips
pierce my silence.
They cut through 
the pitch blackness 
into pieces of
unbearable stillness.
And there they sit
throbbing, pulsating 
with unrest, longing;
with burning desire.
To escape your thoughts 
thoughts that stir
the dead of night
that jar my mind.
The ones that fail 
to reach your lips
pierce my silence 
words.