The Stammerer
The prison cell has us held
with a power of it's own
no matter what we do
speak fast or slow we remain alone.
Even in spells of some fluency
it comes and attacks from the back
taking us in our complacency
So we are held by its attack.
We need take some consolation
there is always some other source
to supply us with what, you ask
to speak acceptably of course.
To speak acceptably what is that?
it's many things to us all
but we need to find this
if not, we'll just fall, fall, fall.
This body I have got
with a stammer belonging to me
but reality says its mine for keeps
So acceptance is the only key.
poetgord
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