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Nov 2018
My words have been
held
within the confines
of my head; locked
behind tight iron lips;
bouncing
off the walls of my skull
in wondrous merriment
multiplying
and making new friends
amongst themselves.

Collating in an uprising
of sentences
- nouns and verbs
set aside their differences,
and become one
for one purpose.

They charge the iron gate
that is my clenched jaw,
as I fight the onslaught
of verbal warfare
coming from within.

They must not escape!!

One final push
and the gate flies
free
from it's hinges,
as my words spring forth
in triumphant absurdity;
flying free
from the deep silence
that once tortured them
so tirelessly.


Β©Nathan A. Brock 2018
Nightwolf
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