To Publish

Who else could I confide to

At the thoughts of mere embarrassment

Or the amount of explainable reasoning of how one felt

Judgement struck as hard as disappointment

When words does not seem to articulate

Even then, could they be deciphered?

If there could be one single soul that

I could leave a dent or fill the void

Will my whole being scattered and shreds

Be enough to be laid on papers