the jailers stood firm
they had spoken; none would come out
their host's will almost broken
in the prison of the mind they tarried
the longing pulls the host asunder
pain of expression denied
sucked down the whirlpool of silence
to the bottom of hushed oblivion
the host with a trembling hand
seeks the quill of freedom
a doorway to the world of speech
but the haunting silences dim the words out
in the desert of the quashed
she came to me in the light
her gift the golden sand of metaphoric sophistication
and philosophic imagination
freedom was thus granted to the stifled
and they poured down the quill of freedom
smothering dry parchment with the expression
of words much like poetry
they had spoken; none would come out
their host's will almost broken
in the prison of the mind they tarried
the longing pulls the host asunder
pain of expression denied
sucked down the whirlpool of silence
to the bottom of hushed oblivion
the host with a trembling hand
seeks the quill of freedom
a doorway to the world of speech
but the haunting silences dim the words out
in the desert of the quashed
she came to me in the light
her gift the golden sand of metaphoric sophistication
and philosophic imagination
freedom was thus granted to the stifled
and they poured down the quill of freedom
smothering dry parchment with the expression
of words much like poetry
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