Repression
Words that live inside of me
They never find their way
Out of the tortured silence here
To see the light of day
They linger in a bitter hell
They seem to never try
To send their thought into the world
Content, instead, in here to die
I sometimes try to drive them out
I try to set them free
But then my words would meet the ears
Of all who wait to criticize me.
..................©1998 kmg
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