Voiceless
Enigmas pulsing through my mind,
Wordless and trapped.
Emotions flicker through my psyche,
Unremitting and unforgiving.
How can I release all I'm feeling
In a deluge that refuses
To be formed with words?
How can I convey my deepest thoughts
When I've been struck dumb
And I'm standing alone?
When the words fail,
The pen speaks for me.
It glides across the page,
Leaving inked thoughts.
It leaves behind a dark trail
Of my innermost secrets.
It is my silent voice,
My muted thoughts,
My soul on paper.
My poetry.
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