There has been many a time when I
Lamented the silence of my heart
Circumscribed in a cold attic
The words I sporadically spewed forth
Maddened, sickened and depressed me
I swore never to write again
I swore to remain forever silent
I wanted desperately to remain in quietude
Like a foetus in its mother’s womb
But each time I was drawn back
Each time I was driven madly into
Splattering on the pages of my diary
My erratic and sometimes incoherent thought
I was trapped in bewildering verbiage
From where there was no way out
leonard daranjo
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