When you stop me writing,
I am in a prison,
I know your displeasure,
with your disappearance,
but, if I keep the words within me,
which I want to tell you every day,
I am caging my soul in a prison,
I can see the restless writer,
Banging and screaming within
the closed doors of my heart,
I even chained his mouth,
I don't want him to murmur his pain,
To make you hurt.
