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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

 

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3 comments

  1. words held at bay are of’t the sweetest when finally they are freed… this was lovely….


  2. Writing releases words. In the best way possible.

    teachers bleed too


  3. Interesting and enjoyable read!



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