Baronhawk's Nest

I have always had this little friction
with the science and art of self expression

All that I thought, felt or envision
are buried inside without exception

Long have I fought this little affliction
yet never did I find nor cure nor prevention

Wrapped in a shroud of absolute retention
no voice will be heard of my inner emotion

My only chance, my sanity's correlation
is to put to paper my thoughts and oration

For the only outlet in my mental privation
is that which I can write through my pen's gyration.