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Dry throat

In my mind the words form.
Culminating, arranging, creating.
The electrodes snap and spark into life.
But somewhere between thought and sound,
Brain and mouth,
Imagination and reality.
There's a crash, a wall, a barrier.
My mouth moves but no words leave.
Just a stutter, a stumble, a choke inside a dry throat, a blank page, a cage in which I am enclosed.
A room in which I am trapped.
And the words that my minds desires whispered fade into the void you left.
To never be spoken or heard or written.
The words that could've changed worlds do nothing.
They jumble and code into cryptisity.
Words break from sentences, letters break from words.
And all that's left is an alphabet of curiosity, a step by step guide to the could'ves, the should'ves, the would'ves.
The what ifs and the buts.
    
Written by raised-by-wolves
Published
Author's Note
I wrote this for those that have suffered confidence issues. those that have missed opportunities, those that have frozen at their chance to shine.
This has been me more than once and it will be again.
Remember you are only human.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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