Writers And Prison Guards...

Incarcerated emotions planning

an escape.

Made to be free, yet caged

In the comfort of silence.

A quiescence mind lay muted,

By language, the original sin.

Entombed by a yearning for expressive exude.

Damned are the description

of feelings, condemned by the need to convey.

No words written or spoke can

unchain you, after all...

They were designed to enslave.

Do you see? Don't you get it?

The greatest secret ever been kept

...Feelings can only be felt.