Journey

 It might have been the time

or the way it was meant to be, 

but no one would understand

the secrets within me. 

Pain within the eyes, 

the ache within the heart

on a reckless journey 

where memories never part. 

Whispers done in silence,

as if the need to share 

but fall upon deaf ears

imbedded with a touch of fear.

To the grave they'll follow

as they weren't meant to be, 

for it was a time and place

in a seemingly troubled journey.