Unspoken

It seems that whenever I write
It all runs blurry, despite
The fact that I struggle so
Against an imaginary foe

Why can I not collect my thoughts
Is it the deceit I've wrought
Running from an absent nightmare
My feelings exposed and bare

I think it's time I come clean
To purge myself of the obscene
Maybe after this is finished
All my fears will be diminished

So I pray that when it ends
I still have time to make mends
With my soul still broken
And my words unspoken...