Because of these.
No, these…
that declared war on my native tongue.
I’ve been suffering the insufferable,
suffocated,
sullied,
sullen,
stunted.
Silenced of words to scream out that which submerge
for life savers to be thrown at my pleas.
Not knowing what to say has swallowed my delight.
All that remains is a bloated ill-figured shape.
To converse with the sensible is beyond exhaustion.
I’m a child again trying to talk in “big people’s business”,
stuck in between sentences with stuttering importance.
Gone mute now, a Carthusian monk’s vow is my tongue
I’m but a beggar for a point of view
some kind of vision that will help me escape
this state, where even grunting seems useless…
COCOYEA 
I can relate to this, Cocoyea. I guess we all can, and you have expressed the feelings perfectly.
Thank you Brad.
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i have to agree with brad on that one.
and personally i find that silence is great help, and i am very happy when it attacks me. yes it is so in the beginning but when i can relax into it, well, there are no higher blissful times than that, and no better productive days that follows this silence.
enjoy
Thank you UF.
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Nice writing, love it
Thanks and welcome.
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That is a loud wail, full of sound and energy. You do not suffer silence silently, I see but respond with perfect poetry.
Thank you Paul.
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powerful appeal Cocoyea, just loved it, how did you manage to be mute in so much voice?
It was and still is really difficult. Thanks for your comment.
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This is fantastic stuff – I relate (a thick tongue that just goes bleoiffff).
Bleoifffblah. Thanks.
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Cocoyea. English is the only language I speak, but it will never be my first language. You know what I mean.
Yeah, ah hear yuh.
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-i’m a beggar for a point of view- fantastic!
Thanks Jason.
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