Silence of a 'poet'

What silent speech rings echoing bells in empty heads?

Locked in rooms which seem magnetic to deafening solitude.

Self-imposed isolation through fear of words often unsaid.

Another bell ringer! Another prisoner!

Hear the soundless cries for freedom.



Solid bars shut out the eyes that dared to see the unseen.

The key is hanging just out of reach, though it is grasped.

Toll of the bell!

Called from peace.

Torn from dreams.



In silence and under lock and key.

Cannot run free although the door is wide open.

What use is there to thought if one would dare to listen?

Embrace it, for what it's worth.

Fadin into nothingness with time.



Another poet? Another victim.

The bells ring on.

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