Don't Say A Word
Deafening whispers
Screaming in his ears
Drums bleeding
Insecurities beating
He tries to speak
It tells him to be silent
Figurative knife on his tongue
Literally
He just bites it
Vocal chords strumming hard
Their vibration is stilled
Choking
On his words
Their sounds have been killed
It's so loud
The only voice to be heard
Inside his mind
Interrupting his lines
Communications
Cut
Off
All of the syllables dropped
The signal's lost
It is constant
The degrading deflating putting downs
From the monstrous critic
Stupidity's epitome
It's guttural utterance
Breaking
Taking him down
Making him believe
That he
Has nothing of meaning
There's not a thing
No reason for speaking
Locked in silence
Solitary confinement
The outlier
He just lies there and takes it
Quiet
Leaving him idle
Holding hostage
All of his notes
He chokes
He can't breathe
But he sees
He has got to break free
No longer
Can it keep
Rising defiance
He needs to fight it
A way
He needs to find it
Breaking the silence
To make it
Stop
It's time is up
It's his time
His time to talk
Inner critic
Can fuck off
Take a walk
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Author:
KTay (
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In this poem I hear building tension and anxiety over various stressors both internal and external. This leads to an explosion that is about to happen at the end. A great deal of emotion is expressed and strongly felt by the reader. A most powerful write
Thank you so much!
That inner critic can go "fuck off". I need to tell mine to do the same thing, sometimes. Really felt this, KTay. Love it. 🌹👏
Thank you! Appreciate it
You are most welcome, my friend!
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