Lost Voice.
The ink fall’s dry upon the page
I have no voice to own this stage
words I seek now ill defined:
shackled beats in cloistered mind.
I hear the call of phrase unborn,
the struggled cries, their rise forlorn.
Fractured sentence, splintered verse
they damn my pen with voice perverse.
© sweetwater 2022
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A very nice outburst of frustration. Much enjoyed. Supratik
Thank you Supratik, I must say I did feel better once I’d let rip 🙂 Sue.
I appreciate your help, thank you Trevor, no idea what indenting is at all, but I will do as you suggest and hope for the best. I did try using the tool bar on another poetry group site, no idea what went wrong but whatever I pressed has completely messed things up, when I type what I want to post each time I press the wrong key and try to delete it just won’t move, I have to press preview then I can delete, then I have to press preview again to be able to carry on. Strangely it’s only… Read more »
Well I have taken a leap of faith for my submission on Friday, I have centred it, I know big step for me hehe, 🙂