The words I long to speak
will not be heard or ignored.
So my deepest thoughts
will remain a prisoner
within my lips and very soul.
It hurts to speak
When my anguish is at its peak.
Talkative is my silence,
So loud that it deafens.
“The truth is my prisoner,
Silenced by ignorant bars.
My thoughts have no listener;
In their place lie growing scars.
The freedom that lives in me
Is dying behind my lips.
My words unheard, I can’t be;
My dreams are still sinking ships.
We hear not reality.
Our lifeless lips speak no script.
We’re owned by society;
Life becomes death, nondescript.”
Tell your ego to step aside
and let your soul break free
from the prison it has created!
Words never spoken
cage my savage heart,
dooming me to a life
of loveless exile.
It’s said to speak only sweet and true
Even if the truth is bitter, anew
So in the pretext of pleasing society
I imprison my true words
and thoughts, within
If my right to speak,
Seems bleak!
My voice, bold or meek
Is in captivity however much I shriek.
Not expressing my opinion
leaves me weak,
I will escape soon as I sneak.
Wait till I gather all the strength I seek
I know like you, I too am unique!
Perfection often hinders
true expression
Do you see me for me?
Will you please let me be?
When will I be free
To share what I want to speak?
Prisoner of the words unsaid
Truth can’t be told .
There so many barrier to hold.
You are prisoner
of your own words!
My words entrapped inside my soul
I am always broken, never whole
A motherless child I was so long
My father dying when I was young
The streets became my solace and peace
But I lurked in the dark I did not speak
Now I am grown and I long to speak
I am dying inside my soul is weak
Someone open my heart,
make me whole
Part my lips, find my soul
For so long,
I let my unspoken words,
And forbidden thoughts,
To be kept behind a
Makeshif bar,
Like some well-gaurded secrets.
Now my mind wants to break free.
For there is no greater agony,
Than bearing an untold story.
The words left unsaid
will stay behind bars.
Leaving torment inside my mind
that continue to play wars.
Their sharp edges scrape my lungs.
Their bitter taste upon my tongue.
Will they ever find your ears
one fateful day?
If they never reach you
I will continue to pay.
Prisoner of own thoughts
I dare not talk as much I conceive
and I let myself suffer
with the very thought of “thinking”!
Imprisoned in your lips,
I have nowhere to go.
As my life slowly slips,
Can’t really swim against the flow.
Holding on to sanity
with tightened grips,
I find pleasure even in this, though.
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