What do you do when there is nothing left to say?

When your so closed up you cannot open anymore?

You’re compacted in a cocoon

Forbidden sides all frozen

Stuck like the look they said they’d leave on your face

One day you took them seriously

Let them rope you

Corner you

Distract you from your mission

It was to late then

Each motive

Thought rehearsed gone

They captured you

With words



Never kept.


Angela K. Crandall


By rebel4universal2acceptance Posted in Poetry Tagged

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