Choking On Words

Fri, 11/01/2013 - 00:03 -- Hobbit

Choking on words

In a rather fantastic way.

My tongue holds them back

As my throat tries to gurgle them out

While my head spins the words around.



But to speak ones fears

Comes at a cost.

 To admit to following an condemned religion

To belong to the assembly of wiccans

Comes with the fear of prejudice.

To admit the fear of failure

The fear of a fruitless life,

Comes with the fear of mockery.

Oh, how bitter these words are

How they drive one to madness

Yet remain unspoken.


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