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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the shadows of a fractured consciousness, where words fall like shattered glass, The man, unable to articulate, to express with clarity, retreats into action. His thoughts, like wild horses, gallop through the vast and tumultuous plains of his mind, Yet his tongue, bound by the chains of a limited lexicon, stumbles, falters, and falls into silence. In the theater of existence, where every gesture becomes a desperate cry, The vocabulary of action is tethered to the body, Each movement a scream, each breath a prayer, Yet the silence of true understanding hovers, vast and unmoving. When words fail to bridge the chasms of human connection, Violence erupts like a wild, primal, and relentless storm, A language of fists and fury, born of frustration, The man's body becomes his voice, his weapon is his extended lexicon. In the bleak landscape of limited expression, Weapons become the dictionaries of the inarticulate, Cold metal and sharp edges writing sentences of blood and pain, For in the heat of conflict, the unspoken finds its violent release. Men tread shadowy paths, their souls burdened by the weight of miscommunication, The frustration of unspoken words etching scars upon the fabric of their beings, Seeking solace in the harsh clarity of confrontation, An incomprehensible lexicon that speaks in echoes of fear and aggression. In the swirling depths of consciousness, the storm's fury continues, A symphony of silent screams and unspoken desires, Bound by the fragile chains of an inadequate vocabulary, Eyes that ask what can't be answered, hands that seek what can't be grasped. Yet in this maelstrom of silent agony, a glimmer of understanding remains, A hope that beyond violence, beyond primal cries, There lies a place where words can heal, where silence gives way to connection, Where the fragmented pieces of the soul can unite in the harmonious dance of true expression. For in the heart of the storm, in the eye of the silent tempest, Lies the possibility of finding one's voice, of breaking the chains, Transforming weapons back into words, Reclaiming the language of humanity, the melody of understanding, In the perfect blend of hearts, where silence no longer reigns.
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