Shhh...

Behind your words,
there are hesitations,
reservations,
stipulations.

So I,
Take it back.
Keep it in.
Don't say a word.

I make it nothing.
Keep it silent.
Remain unheard.

I turn it off.
Look away.
Pretend I'm cured.

Verbally I'm impossible,
invisible,
incapable.

Emotionally I'm incarcerated,
castrated,
isolated.

So I,
bury it beneath,
don't make a sound.

I grind it till it's gone,
and can't be found.

I cover it in fear,
under the ground.

Leaving no place left to go,
but down....

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"Got a letter from a messenger
I read it when it came
It said that you were wounded
You were bound and chained
You had loved and you were handled
You were poisoned, you were pained
Oh no
Oh no
You were naked, you were shamed

You could almost touch heaven
Right there in front of you
Liberty just slipped away on us
Now there's so much work to do
Oh the door that closes tightly
Is the door than can swing wide
Oh no
Oh no
Not expecting to collide

For a minute I let my guard down
Not afraid to be found out
I completely forgot dear
What our fears were all about
Oh no there's no need to be without

If there's a chance I would take it
This desire I can't kill
Take my heart please don't break it
I will crawl to your foothill

I'm frightened but I'm coming
Please baby please lay still
Oh no
Oh no
I'm not coming for the kill"

- The Tea Party