Repression

Let not one word
be left unsaid.
Let not one song
be left unsung
or ever hung
out to dry.
So no one can ask
how or why?
For they both were left
in a head to die.

Speak your word.
Sing your song.
To keep it mute
in a head too long
leaves a vaccum
out in space
and inner frustration
left in place.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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