-Sound-proof-
For a poet,
Being left without words-
Having them snatched
And hidden from you-
Is unnerving.
Now here I am
Silenced by your silence
Nauseous from the quiet
And full from the words unsaid.
Your words-
Typed
Texted
Spoken-
Are bringing me closer
To getting out
Of this sound-proof room.
All that's left
Is for you
To turn the key to the door.
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