The Broken Silence of a Poeticmind

My lips have this slight smirk and if i wonder too hard it just might be worth
The words that you'd want to spell out for you ears to birp...(excuse me)

No longer are words felt and left as an insider they're release unto you as the provider
And if you use my key to quest and make its cause....you'll have the power
To hinder the poeticmind of one who's broken this period til this very hour

Helpful or not with or without doubts i'll make this bearing to acquire much clout
So sure of it...even the quietest SHEEP will give up their SHOUT!

Can you believe the fact of the matter is all the words become shattered
They're left in this whirlpool that has to be floured and battered
to be mixed up in a form of expression to whom one might be flattered

I find my self during times like this fighting....fighting against the power of words but without the VIOLENCE
And left as the resolution to the conflict is.... a poeticmind..broken from its SILENCE