Shyness



The gag and the strait-jacket coming from shyness
are far more efficient than those of a lunacy ward:
the tyrant of shyness called reasoning sense
will not let any word cross your teeth's fence to freedom
that might risk delivery of any feeling of honesty.
What shall we do with our feelings, then,
which still are there crying out in the prison of shyness,
tethered behind seven armoured gates of common sense?
No matter how reason ordains and securely rules over the world
bragging perfect control with the power of absolute force,
it is never more powerless in all its absolutism
against the simple truth and eternity of human feelings.




Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-10-05 at 11:55

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Sandy Hiss
The title to this poem drew me in because I have been shy most of my life. At times it does seem like a prison and I am trapped inside. Writing gives me a voice that otherwise most people don't ever hear.
2006-10-05


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Again Christian this text goes to the nub.
You are a great dynamic thinker in the style of Bronovski and I salute your perception. I empathise here because in truth I am quite a shy person and made up for it by playing the fool. and writing of course. and in the spirit of Voltaire it is true
that 'Each person creates their own Prison' well done sir rgds mike
2006-10-05