Shackled Words

Adam Kamerer

You're a statue finely chiselled,
Cold, quiet, beautiful,
Guarded, a prized treasure
I'm not allowed to touch.
You're silent, a slippery silhouette
In the corner of my eye.
Vanish when I turn,
I know you're still there,
Even if you've lost your tongue.
You're a slumbering spirit,
An unbreakable sentinel
A font of words shackled tight.
Wake me when you want to live.

Published by Adam Kamerer

I am an author making my way in life by publishing my work on the web. Aside from my AC work, I publish Penfencer.com, a blog for and about web novelists, and Gloria Fidelis: A Steampunk Fantasy, a serialize...  View profile

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