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Locked within I dig down deep 
Through layers and defences, 
Cutting through the dreams that keep 
me safe, like walls and fences; 
 
And words are what I find 
(So many words), that estimate and measure me, 
Battling to package and define, 
Besieging my integrity. 
 
So little of what I feel may be expressed 
With words, that harass and obstruct, 
And in the struggle tormented rest 
Seems preferable to a language that corrupts. 
 
But I must speak, and all I have are words; 
Somehow I have to pacify and mould, 
To send them, like message bearing birds, 
Conveying imprecise expressions of the whole.

Words