My mouths are shut
Can't contradict nor rebutt
I have petrified nerves
Can't do any verbs
I can't shout or even whisper
To speak? Why do I even bother
To think, to think, to learn more
Funny imaginations, I always earn gore
My brain, storming relentlessly
My heart, burning in agony.
A poem from the past. 6/26/14