Sewn Up

I feel like a corpse,
With something to say,
Mouth sewn shut,
Waiting for the day,
When I am exhumed,
And my stitches removed,
Tongue freed to shift,
The truth freed to play,
The binds that tie,
My lips together,
Grow ever tighter,
With time and weather,
The tighter they grow,
The more pain I am in,
My vigour grows smaller,
And my patience wears thin.

originally posted by: TrueBrit

The binds that tie,
My lips together,
Grow ever tighter,
With time and weather,

I enjoyed reading.
Thanks!

a reply to: TNMockingbird

I am glad you had a positive experience in doing so!

Thanks for stopping by!

a reply to: TrueBrit

I love it friend. Great!!!