Liberty of Silence

He grows weary of weariness…

His words afflicted with diction…

Unsure what insurance his sureties store for him…

Irritated at annoyance.

He knows not, why he knows not…

Communication is collective hatin’s satiation…

In his attempts to thought expose, he throat chokes…

So he opts for silence.

With lack of facts, and tongue foot to word track….

With the absence of his verbal abscess to the masses…

Having shaved his mane, de-framed his praise, and stepped away from his name…

Perhaps he can now be free.




~The Wordsmith


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