Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Things Left Unsaid

by Ethan Goldlent

Hurt punctuated unfinished sentences
With slammed doors and fists on tables,
As thoughts became tangled with frustration,
The weight of words and feelings.
The air filled with shards of angry argument
Shattering around, whirling with destruction,
Until the words were drained of meaning
Depleted, exhausted and empty.
Lying scattered and discarded in the aftermath
Were the things left unsaid.
Things, suffocated by emotion, we felt we couldn’t say
But the only words that truly mattered.
There were apologies to quell the hurt
Notions of love that proved good intention
And, in return, forgiveness  
And embraces of understanding
But we walked away...

Added: 27.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


structure, language and title convey the trappedness of the participants and the inevitability of the almost unchosen (driven) result