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A poem I made years ago during a time when I was extremely shy and quiet. I held a lot of emotions and feelings inside, never expressing how I felt or what I was thinking for a long time. The idea is that my mouth had been sewn up with strings, because it was honestly how I'd perceived my silence of that time.

Submitted:Nov 27, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

The needle bobs as the string pulls

the last of my words.

It seals my voice inside my mouth,

so that it cannot be heard.

I scream, I cry, inside my mind,

my expression does decieve.

When will his knife cut down my life

so I can finally breathe?


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