These bells I hear in my head
Like curve-balls, they hinder me from thinking ahead
From whence do they ring?
Maybe a fling
Guilt ridden
These are troubles hidden
I am a prisoner of words unsaid
Running is not the way out
Love I cannot be without
Like treacherous blades they lie in wait
I am the bait
Brain fuzzy
I could swear I am brainless
Chained by these words unsaid, I am prisoner of words unsaid
I could swear I heard myself scream
Tears roll down my ruby cheeks, nothing short of a stream
Blank, shoot!
It would have been better to be speechless
Like a rock, they leave me lifeless
Attention never paid
A prisoner of words unsaid
Stoned!
No, not speechless, stoned!
Had I the guts, I’d shoot my brains out
Nothing ever comes out, my lips left a petty pout
Bullets of an unspecified force, deadlier than a nuclear weapon
A break from these word bound chains is a much desired luxury, for freedom is no longer an option
We all in some way are prisoners of words unsaid.
By;
Gofaone Tamocha
