Syllables manage to escape its tight clutch,
But it grips my testimony,
Beats the air out of each letter,
Rumples my statement and beheads my ideas.
It leaves me only with air,
Air to feed the anxiety,
The guilt,
The gloom.
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Unspoken Words
Syllables manage to escape its tight clutch,
But it grips my testimony,
Beats the air out of each letter,
Rumples my statement and beheads my ideas.
It leaves me only with air,
Air to feed the anxiety,
The guilt,
The gloom.