A Writer With No Voice
A writer with no voice
Wortrhless indeed
Clearly I have no choice
On my knees I plead
At the surface it bubbles
Burried deeper than a grave
Watch as it doubles
The word I gave
No way to escape
Words remain unspoken
Your the fox who got the grape
My voice left broken
I can no longer rejoyce
I can never succeed
A writer with no voice
Wortrhless indeed
Copyright © Stacey Brackley | Year Posted 2012
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