In the depths of my mind, thoughts lie concealed,
Locked away in chambers, never to be revealed.
For the world has grown deaf, to the whispers inside,
My voice silenced, my words forced to hide.

Oh, how I long to set my thoughts free,
To let them dance upon the winds, wild and carefree.
But my throat, once vibrant, now stitched with thread,
Becomes a voice of silk, silent as the dead.

The words that once flowed like a cascading stream,
Now trapped within, suffocating in this silent dream.
No longer can they escape, no longer can they be heard,
As my thoughts remain imprisoned, unspoken, undisturbed.

I yearn to share my musings, my dreams, my fears,
To release them into the world, to wipe away my tears.
Yet, my tongue is held captive, my lips sealed tight,
And my thoughts, like caged birds, flutter in silent flight.

But even in silence, my thoughts find a way,
To paint vivid pictures, to weave tales of the day.
For though my voice may be silenced, my mind is still alive,
Creating worlds of wonder, where imagination thrives.

So, though my slender throat may be sewn shut,
My thoughts continue to flow, like a river in rut.
For poetry knows no bounds, no limitations or walls,
It transcends the silence, as inspiration calls.

And though my words may never escape into the air,
They find solace in the realm of pen and paper, fair.
For in the realm of poetry, where thoughts can roam free,
My silenced voice finds solace, in verses, for all to see.