Category Archives: Poetry

Muted Soul

Muted Soul  (by Amanda Yarde)

What hope may come of muted soul
who knows no rest in wake or dream
who’s captive words do take a toll
and leave no room for bartering
 
What fleeting inspiration goes
and comes again when least its due
disguised as poetry and prose
tho not mistook for something new
 
Yet who has seen what sleeps within
the master of this ink and quill
for even she’s yet to begin
exploring all that lay there still
 
A well of creativity
untapped and far beyond her reach
it haunts her so persistently
and mocks the labor of her speech
 
Unsettled by complacency
she cries aloud to freedom’s ear
angered by its apathy
she gives herself again to fear
 
Expression is elusive still
Her cadence bound and gagged no less
And kept inside against her will
Like burning coals heaped on her chest

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