Silenced

I have been stripped of my gift, 

Of flawless words that I could sift, 

Left with nothing but flesh on bones,

And a mind that brims with unwanted ghouls, 

And whilst parts of me may wish for release, 

The release from the grip he has on my soul, 

A grip so binding that thoughts of another, 

Become married with silent comparisons.

Desperately searching for his voice in another face, 

A storm brewing behind the eyes I continued to chase, 

Though fleetingly I recall the warmth behind those lids,

Supple ways that he would beckon.

So I sit and await his wrath,

I had suppressed him for as long as I could,

Yet now the beast paces, anticipating his freedom,

Upon his release, I fear my body may betray its peace.