
8
March 1, 2008
muted void
in
soundless gape
through which
language stumbles
strangles
struggles
stutters
fails
cruel fate
impales the heart
of broca
thus
grasp-less meaning
darklinged
amorphous
ever-elusive
tongue-less
exasperation
unsaid frustration
‘round and down
cerebral corridors
in search of words
unfound
unbound to sound
of worth
or clarity
dispossessed
of diction
of spoken function
of comprehension
and yet
to nearly know
but no
lost
just below awareness
it fogs and fades
unformed
and so to stumble
struggle
stutter
to stammer
but all within
trapped
in a soundless
prison
expressionless
as stone
alone
and silenced



words held at bay are of’t the sweetest when finally they are freed… this was lovely….
Writing releases words. In the best way possible.
teachers bleed too
Interesting and enjoyable read!