A useless politic
Thoughts no longer stick
Subdued by a trick
– Of the missing thinking cap
Look twice before the leap
A hole twice as deep
A perfect place to sleep
– A dungeon of the mind
Tighter pull the chains
Against the thrashing strains
So little air remains
– Just a silent scream
Submitted to Poets and Storytellers United – scream and Ovi Poetry Challenge 64 – think
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Ominous! It may be a silent scream, but the intensity of that last verse almost made me hear it.
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Ominous indeed! I actually wrote the last stanza first and then realised it needed to be at the end.
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Yes.
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