The words they would not come <br />They were stuck inside of me like prisoners of war <br />Deprived of daily senses stored in some dark dungeon <br />I wanted to speak but silence prevailed <br />I surrendered to some not quaint argument of deceit <br />A voluminous package of verbiage was being denied <br />About to be swallowed and consumed like sour grapes <br />A metaphor, a simile, I could not even spit out <br />Grievances unspoken as if my tongue was broken <br />The knot in my throat was like a noose ready to squeeze <br />I'm boxed in and no one can hear my cry <br />These splintered thoughts must not die here <br />Slivers of light slice through the cracks <br />Giving me hope that another show is on the horizon <br />If only I was the ventriloquist and he sat on my knee <br />Then things would be different<br /><br />Alfred Ramos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-159/
