Spoken with lips parted
or teeth clenched
Written with ink meeting
the paper
Or keys punched soundless
Rustling across the blankness
of the hour
Or simply lying in wait
for the right moment
Swallowed with gulps of pride
or guilt to wash down
morsels of leftover remorse
Thrown around and about
as if a breeze careless
Spat out in disgust
a stone as if chewed with food
Worn lightly or wearing out heavy
in the garb of a guise unsurmised
Wooing my feelings,
prodding my fervent
Striving ever to enslave my heart
through mind's plotting deceit
The rein of alphabet,
the harness of letters
and the many straps and stirrups
of idioms and phrases
And yet refuses to get bridled
the steed of my ignorance
That refuses all attempts
at being tamed
by words
or by silence
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